paradisalogs | OPEN | Happy Birthday Tess

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OPEN | Happy Birthday Tess

Who: Meg and Tess and YOU
What: Birthday Shenanigans
When: Sunday Night circa 10pm
Where: The Lux (Stay classy, ladies)
Rating: It's Meg and Tess plus booze, you do the math. Language and debauchery ahead.

After an overwhelmingly successful fashion binge and a few rounds of pregame drinks in Meg's room, the two of them head down to the bar - but not the one you'd think! They're giving Death Match a break for once and classing it up at The Lux, since it's a special occasion and all.

As they walk, Meg pulls her journal out. "Hey, Paradisa. Birthday party for Tess. At the Lux. Now. And yeah, you heard right. Come grab a drink or six with us."

She grins at Tess and winks. "Can't hurt to get more people in on the fun, especially since we're all dolled up."

They make their way into the bar and grab seats. They can be found ~~sucking down~~ sipping classy looking martinis in their classy looking outfits, being all classy and shit. So classy.

For reference: Tess' outfit & Meg's outfit

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"Yeah, Church takes some getting used to but he's not the biggest dick I've known." A compliment, surely. "Well, I dunno if I'd really call myself a Freelancer anymore. They did some pretty fucked-up shit later on and everyone wound up dead or insane. Or both. Whatever, I'm just not really happy with it."

"Yeah, he's nowhere near the biggest dick I've met either." Meg smiles wryly. "Gotcha. I can relate to that."

"What, don't tell me you were involved with a questionable military program with the--" Sigh, "hopes and dreams of bettering the human race?" She smirks, taking a drink.

It's probably the booze and the fact that she's enjoying herself more than usual, but Meg legit cracks up at South's question. It takes her a moment to regain composure.

"Well I guess you could say I was sort of part of a fucked up military situation, yeah," she answers, laughing. "But not so much on the whole bettering the human race thing."

South's close enough to a demon to know that sort of response was pretty telling. "I'm gunna take a stab in the dark and say you're not exactly human?"

She takes a drink, casually. Whatever Meg's answer, South already knows she likes her enough not to hold it against her.

Not like Meg gives a fuck what anyone thinks anyway, but she can always appreciate open mindedness, and South doesn't strike her as someone who would make things weird. She winks at her and takes another swig from her drink.

"Nope. Not anymore, anyway."

"Well. I hope whatever you got done made you better. Sometimes being human can be pretty shitty." She raises her glass in a toast and throws back a long drink.

"Well, the process of becoming a demon is no fucking picnic, but relative immortality and superpowers are decent perks. And as long as I'm here, I don't have to deal with the cosmic world ending bullshit back home."

She clinks her glass against her bottle and drains it before calling the bartender back over.

"Another one, and one of what she's having." Meg turns back to South. "Shots?"

"Oh hey, you too? You happen to know Crowley?" South that's Speciest, thinknig all demons know each other. She asks anyway.

She throws back the rest of her drink as well and nods. "Shots."

Definitely the booze kicking in, but Meg can't help letting out a very telling little laugh. "Oh yeah. I know Crowley." The positive connotation to the name still sounds so fucking weird to her, but she's slowly getting over that.

When the bartender sets down their new drinks, she orders them a round of Bad Habits.

South raises her eyebrows slightly. "Yeah? How so?" She takes a drink of her beer and then raises her shotglass up and waits to throw it back in solidarity with Meg.

Meg raises hers and tosses it back before answering. "Drunk philosophical conversations mostly, plus one extremely good fuck, since that was bound to happen," she laughs again. "It's a little weird though. Biggest dick I know shares his name so you could say there was a little confusion at first."

South throws hers back, almost chocking while listening to Meg, and then coughs slightly as she tries to get her thoughts together.

"Wait wait wait ... when you say 'biggest dick' do you mean biggest dick or ... biggest dick? Because I've had bigger than Crowley's but he really knows what he's doing."

Meg watches South choking, completely amused, but payback is a bitch. She nearly shoots her martini chaser out of her nose at the question.

"You too, huh? And I mean biggest dick. The one I know from back home is the most colossal douchebag you will ever meet." She coughs again and recovers. "But uh, yeah he does."

"If I ever meet any other Crowley's I'll be sure to give them a kick in the nuts for you." She tips her beer in Meg's direction and then takes a drink. She nods in agreement for their other topic. "It's a small castle, isn't it?"

Meg tips her drink back and her shoulders move as she shakes her head, still silently laughing. "That it is. I guess I went a little nuts when I got here."

South shrugs. "It's nice to go a little nuts now and again." Or all the time.

"Yeah, I wish I could actually say I planned on stopping any time soon, but what the fuck else is there to do around here?"

"Nothing, that's what. Make friends and take bets on who gets the furniture when the others leave." South's not bitter at all.

"Fuck that," she agreed, taking a slightly less graceful swig of martini. "So, who else around here is good besides Crowley? I've made the rounds a bit, but more prospects never hurt anyone."

"Oh, uh ... James Bond, oh wait he might be gone ... Ezio, definitely Ezio. Zel -- no he's gone too ..." She scowls, looking down into her beer, then sighs and glances up at Meg. "Looks like I might need some new prospects, too." She finishes the thought with a long drink, drowning out the emotions that cropped up unsolicited.

She smirks. "Yep, James was certainly good. We only hooked up when the castle zapped us all to magic prep school, but the hell if that wasn't fun sneaking off and fucking up on the roof." Meg twirls her glass in her hand and bites her lip. "August isn't half bad either. I might even have gone in for seconds... and thirds."

"August, huh? I'll have to keep him in mind."

She'd actually never heard of him, which she found somewhat comforting; that there were still people to meet even if everyone she cared about was leaving. "You, uh ... you ever sample the other side of the buffet?"

She raises an eyebrow. "Sure. Haven't had the occasion here, but I don't exactly discriminate on fun."

South shrugs, twisting her beer around playfully in her hands. "Well then, might as well put me on your list of prospects."

She really didn't care either way either as long as she was having fun.

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