hadriel_logs | Event log: How Delightful

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Event log: How Delightful

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: Delight's resurrection.
Where: Throughout the city, starting in the bar.
When: March 23rd-April 3rd
Warnings: Partying too hard, poor life choices, underage drinking, the worst hangovers of all time.

On the morning of March 23rd, bright and early, Delight is resurrected. Her temple is restored, and her bar appears in the city. What does that mean? Well, obviously it's time to celebrate. We hope everyone brought their party shoes! From March 23rd to March 27th, the party will be mostly contained in and around Delight's bar, with an invitation from the goddess herself. But it won't be long before she decides that's just not good enough - gotta bring the party to the people! From March 28th to April 3rd, the natural light is dimmed and replaced with flashing colored lights, fireworks, and even a few disco balls. Loud music blares through the city, making it hard to sleep, and a wide variety of trouble is available to be gotten into.

Wanna drink away the pain of being trapped in a hellcave? There's unlimited amounts of alcohol of all kinds, and Delight will be happy to supply anything that might be missing. More interested in karaoke-ing your heart out? Hit up one of the jukeboxes. Enjoy gleeful displays of your own mortality? Here's a skateboard and a ramp, have fun. There's just about anything you could desire, as long as what you desire is to party hard and make bad decisions. And hey, if you find yourself getting tired, grab one (or five) of Delight's special energy shots. They'll eliminate your need for sleep, food, water, cure an oncoming hangover and immediately relax any sore muscles you've got for 24 hours per shot! There's no down side! (Except for all the effects coming back to hit you at once when the shot wears off, but whatever.)

After about a week and a half of tequila shots, keg stands, roman candle battles, tagging the city with free spraypaint, inappropriate party games, and balloon hats made to look like rocket ships (wait... that's not a rocket ship), Delight realizes everyone's partied out and starts to wind things down. On April 3rd, she'll clean up the city, removing everything except for a few remaining fireworks and disco balls, stored in her temple. Her bar will still be around, if you can stand to even look at liquor after all the poor choices you made. Otherwise, lay in bed and try to recover from your hangover while the city goes back to normal.

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(It's no surprise that Newt's spent most of his time the past few days with Peter. Not all of the time but enough that they eventually wind up by the jukebox together. It's a curious thing for Newt, Newt who has never actually really heard music before except for once distantly and over a scratchy sort of radio. He couldn't even remember what the song was like at all either.

So this was completely new to him at this point. He's pleasantly buzzed as well, not completely smashed, but nice and a bit warm in the head. They're sitting at a table and a few people are dancing in the middle of the room and it's that that has Newt's attention more than the music itself.)

What is that?

What's what?

[peter's head turns to follow newt's gaze to the people on the makeshift dance floor.]

Oh. That's dancing. Moving to the music. You can do it by yourself or with someone else.

[he gestures vaguely with his drink at people who are doing those exact things, as though this clarifies anything at all.]

There are like, dances with steps and stuff, and then there's just kinda swaying around to the music, which is what most people do.

[he takes another sip of his drink and leans in, speaking lower and close to newt's ear, as though imparting a secret. his breath is hot and sweetly heavy with alcohol.]

The only kind of dances I really know don't go with this kind of music.

(Newt stares after the people in silent wonder. He's never seen anything so...fascinating before. There was the club that one time, sure, but that was a haze of smoke and lights and a horrible time enough that he doesn't really think about it as dancing.

His eyes cut from one couple dancing over to Peter and he has this odd yearning to dance with Peter. Not like he has a clue how but it looked like fun.

When Peter leans in, Newt leans right on in too and turns his head as if it'd help him hear better. Newt's own breath smells similarly with a touch of citrus and he turns his head further and his mouth crushes over Peter's ear and it's stupidly intimate for something so simple.)

What kind of dances are they?

[peter shivers as newt's mouth brushes his ear, as one does. he has to turn to speak into newt's ear, then, lips close enough that his words feel like touches. he can practically sense newt's curious pining even though he's not looking at the other boy's face. it's all there in the tilt of his body and the direction of his shoulders. but if the universe is conspiring to make peter rumancek dance, it's sure as hell not going to be booty-dancing to a fast song.]

I guess you'd call them folk dances. Traditional. From my family. Family reunions aren't a party like this, but they sure are a party. This kind of dancing is just kinda doing what your body feels like.

(It's not really the booty-dancing Newt has an interest in anyway. He's all long, gracious angles practically designed for elegance and grace. Not harsh, crude movements like the ones being danced out right then. Not everyone was doing it, some people were just dancing and doing whatever they wanted, like Peter said. But there were plenty enough. He turns slightly away from Peter, crossing his legs together.)

Oh.

(His voice is almost too soft to be heard over the music. There's that longing, as always, to understand the world better. But understanding Peter's world even more so.)

We never danced back at the Glade. We'd have sort of parties but- nothing like this.

[peter nods with a little shrug, staying close enough to be heard but not as close as before.]

Hard to dance without music. So what did you do, just drink and hang out? Cause that's pretty classic party action.

Yeah, it is. Drink, hang out. Sometimes Gally would start up wrestling rings. Harmless stuff mostly.

(He exhales quietly and for the first time in a long time, he feels an ache in his chest for his friends. He always was telling himself they were better off without him, which was true no matter how you looked at it, but he still missed them.

He scoots his chair closer so that his thigh could rest against Peter's and he leans up against him ever so slightly, wanting a bit of physical contact. He takes a sip from his drink and looks at Peter out of the corner of his eye.)

So what kind of music do you like dancing to then? Slower stuff?

[newt rests his thigh against peter's and peter puts down his drink to trace a path from newt's temple to his ear that would clearly be brushing his hair back if he had enough hair to brush back. which he doesn't, but that's completely beside the point. newt is getting melancholy, that's the point, and peter doesn't like that.]

Our traditional dances aren't slow, but this kinda stuff, yeah. Watching other people shake their asses is great, but my ass is just not into that kind of thing.

(Newt doesn't mean to be getting like that. Totally a damper on the party but he's just buzzed enough that his emotions are a little murky. He'll snap out of it in due time. He leans into Peter's touch and looks up at him.)

I think watching you shake your ass would be pretty great.

(He says this in an oddly sweet voice for such a stupid sentence and he even smiles pathetically at Peter, like he really thinks he's giving him a cutesy compliment.

He is definitely a bit drunk.)

Dunno if I'd be all that good at shaking my ass either though. I mean. Like. I'm gangly.

[peter just chuckles and actually thinks newt is cute, so maybe he's a bit drunk too.]

Well maybe you can watch me shake my ass, but not in public, shee-it. And you're not gangly. That's implying that you're not all graceful and shit. Which you are. It's amazing that you can get those miles of legs to work so nicely together. You'll be a natural at dancing.

(Newt realizes they're in public. Seriously, he does. But the drunken part of his mind doesn't give a shit that they're in public and therefor Newt is a little more shameless about his PDA with Peter.

Which means he pushes himself to his feet, swings about and is sitting in Peter's lap in a couple of seconds, an arm looped around Peter's neck. He grins down at him, cozying himself up. God damn, Peter was a great cuddler.

Annnnd that melancholia was already drifting away. Bless alcohol.)

You think so? Does that mean you're gonna show me how to dance then?

[newt is in his lap.

how did that happen? oh well. newt is in his lap, and peter winds his free arm around newt's waist to keep him there while the other hand is busy bringing him another sip of his drink. he looks around to see if anyone notices or cares. they don't. which is good, because peter would've had to either let go of newt or put his drink down to give them the finger, and he's not interested in doing either.]

When a slow song comes on. Patience, young grasshopper.

(Everyone is probably too drunk anyway for that sort of nonsense. Besides, Peter had taught Newt how and when to give the finger so he can do that accordingly for Peter. Such a good kid, bright out standing citizen really.)

Really?

(He perks up considerably and looks down at Peter, his eyes large.)

You really will?

(He murmurs the words like Peter's just promised him something a lot more important than just a dance.)

[such a good newt. peter probably even taught him that the british do it with two fingers, but newt can pick how many fingers he wants to use.]

Well yeah, I just said so, didn't I? Besides I can practically sense you yearning--nay, pining--for the dance floor.

[and newt may have noticed that if he tells peter straight out that he wants something, usually he gets it in the end.]

(He definitely did because Peter's an absolute gem and this is one of many reasons they're dating.

Newt beams like a complete idiot when Peter confirms that they'll be dancing and Newt doesn't give a damn. He hugs Peter up in two arms and ducks his head down to give him a solid kiss on the mouth. He slips off of his lap and sits next to him again but they're not done touching, oh no, buddy. He's grabbing Peter's hand and clasping it between both of his.)

You're the best.

(He may have noticed that. Sober.)

[newt is on his lap and then squeezing him so hard peter feels his ribs bend and then there's a solid press of a mouth on his mouth and then newt is over in his own seat again, holding peter's non-drinking hand. somehow this all seems to happen very fast, and peter's upper body makes a slow circle as he processes all of it. then he grins at newt.]

Well, I try.

[it's not long before the music changes, and peter chugs the rest of his drink, giving the glass a satisfied sort of slam back onto the table before pulling newt up.]

C'mon, kitten, we're having this dance.

You succeed, like, all of the bloody time.

(Bleeding hearts in Newt's eyes if there ever were any.

Then he's up on his feet and Newt blinks in confusion before his face breaks out in another grin. He's going to have his very first dance. Ever. With Peter. His boyfriend. Something about that makes a violent flurry of butterflies crop up in his gut and whoa boy. You'd think he'd be over the crush phase by now but nope. Still going strong.)

All righty.

(He barely mutters it out of his lips, walking with Peter onto the dance floor. He looks stupidly excited to dance but also a bit lost, not sure what he was supposed to be doing.)

[it's okay, newt, peter's got this. he pulls newt out safely into the middle of the group of dancing people, and then puts newt's arms up around his shoulders before winding his own arms around newt's lower back, hands spread so that they almost reached newt's hips. their bodies are close, but not quite touching, and he leans in to speak close to newt's ear.]

Slow music is easy. All you have to do is sway.

[and the hands on newt guide him to do just that, to take a half step to one direction, and then the other.]

(It's instantly a comfortable position. He likes to be close to Peter at all times and this was like, ultra being close to Peter. Or something. It makes sense enough in his head and he slides a little bit closer than what Peter originally put them at.

He nods at Peter's directions and begins to work with Peter. It actually is extremely easy. His body moves naturally with Peter's and it's at once something he realizes he likes. He likes the movements, the gentle sway. He doesn't know if he'd like dancing with someone who wasn't Peter but he does know that this right now was nice.

He steps in a little closer and drops his head down to rest it against Peter's shoulder. He's taller than Peter but not so much taller that the movement is awkward. Newt's smile is drunk and a bit dazed, his face tucked in against Peter's neck a bit.)

This is nice.

[peter had left room for jesus but newt moves in almost immediately and he can't say he minds, he can't say he minds at all. it's easy this way, for newt to be aware of his body, for just the movement of peter's hips to guide them. newt is taller but his head still rests comfortably on peter's shoulder. it feels like something out of a high school movie except everything is comfortable and warm and not like high school at all.]

It is nice. You're nice. I mean, dancing with you is nice. I don't even like dancing usually. Someday I'll teach you how to waltz, okay? When we're less drunk.

(Jesus can go fuck himself. Everything is so comfortable and warm and if he wasn't so hyper aware of every inch of Peter's body touching his own, he very well might have been sleepy. Thankfully, nothing about Peter does a good job in making him sleepy. He lifts his head up from Peter's shoulder to look down at him, his eyes hooded and he winds his arms securely about Peter's neck, moving his head down to rest their foreheads together.)

You're nice. I dunno if I would want to dance with someone else.

(Then it occurs to him what Peter had just said and he smiles a bit shyly.)

But you're dancing right now.

(It's not a question. He understands enough and he kisses Peter again on the mouth. This time it's light and airy, followed by a handful more kisses until finally Newt stops and puts his head back down against his shoulder.)

Waltz. That's a funny word. But I'd like that. We should dance more often.

You don't have to dance with someone else, you're dancing with me.

[as though this is an obvious solution to all potential future dancing problems.]

I am.

[he returns each of newt's little kisses, pressing a last one to his forehead when newt settles his head on peter's shoulder once more.]

It is. But it's a real easy dance and it looks fancy. Maybe now that there's music people will dance more and we can dance with them. Except just you and me. Dancing while other people dance too.

(Newt's grinning again, amused by Peter's insistence on it just being Peter he dances with. He'd ask what that was about but he didn't have to have it explained to him. Dancing felt like an intimate thing. At least the kind of dancing they were doing.)

Just you and me.

(He echoes this in a quiet, drunken sort of murmur but he means it all the same. He lifts his head up from Peter's shoulder and slides a hand up into the back of Peter's hair.)

Yanno, I'm kinda glad the whole mirror thing happened. I mean, it'd be really embarrassing having to confess to you drunk. And I totally would have, I think, if I hadn't already.

[now it's peter's turn to laugh, and he nuzzles newt's forehead and part of his ear by accident.]

Being drunk is dangerous like that. Makes you all truthy and stuff. I would probably have said something and it'd have been embarrassing. We did a good job, what we did. Accidentally but a good job anyway.

We're very good at doing a good job with stuff.

(Newt nods very seriously and fuck if Peter wasn't being precious. It didn't help that he smelled like a basket of warm, cuddly puppies. Ugh. This was actually his boyfriend. How even.)

Been crushin' on you forever. Bound to happen, you know? One way or another and it was probably always gonna be accidental.

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