2021.08.14 Dragon's BBQ - Welcome Back
| Dragon’s BBQ – Welcome Back | |
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| Laz’s pack returns to Prospect and throws a BBQ | |
| Players | Pembroke Ivy Jehu Stefan Audrey Saint Eris Kurt Laz (ST) |
| Location | The Lost Kingdom |
| Spheres | Garou, Wyrm |
Moon: First Quarter
The eerie green glow flickers throughout the area, where tiki torches have been positioned with green glass bulbs over their tops and far too much propellant provided to make them burn brightly. A scattering of vehicles has been parked in the area, being used for seating and to lean on, as well as dozens of weathered lawn chairs. A cooler is positioned just about every five or ten feet around the area, almost always within easy rich with a variety of drinks stuffed inside. Green glow sticks have been packed into the coolers to make the ice glow eerie when they're opened.
A light breeze blows through the area, moving in a haunted measure and whirling about in and throw the path. Loose cups might be toppled, and skirts may find themselves lifting from the occasional draft that breezes on the wind. There is an overt warmth to the area, making the ambient temperature seem higher as though a greater source of heat was here than the burning fires.
Speakers have been setup throughout the area, attached to a play device hidden in one of the vehicles. The music is a mixture of 80s and 90s rock hits, and a lot of mashups, distortions and covers which always seem to edge on a more brutal or bolder version of the popular songs.
An assortment of meats have been put out, and always seem to be on the BBQs - some as simple as steaks, burgers and hot dogs.. others have been marinated or treated in chemicals and seared badly to leave dark char lines on succulent meats of mysterious origins. The smells permeate the air, and tend to keep the occupants in some perpetual state of salivation.
Once tasted, it's pretty obvious that some form of MSG, cocaine, or some other highly addictive substance(s) have been applied. Everything is beyond flavorful, to the point of being gluttonously desirable.
Pembroke arrives with his usual lack of fanfare, adding a 'party bowl' of mixed pills to the potluck, and checks out any surviving faces he might recognize
Laz is standing at one of the BBQ, flipping meat with his fingers and tending to the fires. The enormous monster of a man seems to be enjoying himself, as he sings poorly to one of the acidic covers of a rock song classic. Even as people are starting to arrive, he is focused on cooking and putting things out and calling for plates and platters when the food is ready to come off the grills. The man certainly doesn't seem to fear the flames, and whatever he's sprinkling on those meats before they're getting cooked up, is far more addictive than it should be. Occasionally he turns around, grins a brutal greeting and gives flash to his apron which depicts in bold words beneath a arrow pointing towards his face: This guy rubs his own meat.
Ivy walks up the drive, boots crunching on the gravel and debris that litter the ground. She's got a bottle of whiskey in each hand, and after looking over the setup she walks over towards the table where people are dropping off their potluck offerings. Setting one of them down with a solid thunk she then turns to head towards the funhouse porch with the other, sitting down on a questionably old rocking chair.
Audrey is busy carting one of those trays that Laz piles meat onto when he decides they're finished, transporting the food to the table for others to take what they want at their leisure. The kinfolk is dressed in an ankle length red and blue floral sundress with flutter sleeves - the cut of the dress leaves half-healed bruises in mottled greens and yellows on her throat and arms visible. Her dark hair is left down, pinned back at the temples with simple clips. The most recent plate o' meat is set on the table, Audrey brushing her hands over her hips out of habit rather than from having anything to actually wipe off of them, and lifts pale silver-blue eyes to look over the BBQ and those arriving. Ivy's arrival, and food offering, receives a faint smile from Audrey. "Thank you."
The rumble of an engine with no respect for emissions laws heralds the arrival of Jehu, a battered old truck tearing into the parking lot and slamming into its spot with a wail of tormented metal. A half-dozen ragged people in the back unclench their hands from the tiedowns before crawling ovet the sides of the truckbed, the door slamming open as Jehu hops down from the cab. "Bring the fucking box of cats you useless shits," he yells back to the half-starved crew as he swaggers toward the food. "You cocksuckers gotta be good for something if I'm gonna fucking show your ugly faces to _good society_, ain't I?" The brute's attention turns toward the gathered. "My dear brethren assholes, I am Jehu Irons, new to these environs, and I can fit _ten goddamn kittens_ in my mouth. Can any of you bastards beat that?" As if to punctuate his words, one of his attendants slaps down a large cardboard box full of small, mewling, upset sounds.
Stefan arrived at the park grounds with Pembroke but as usual has taken his time in wandering around to see if there is anything interesting that he wants to pick up and possibly use later. He sticks some piece of scrap metal in the backpack he is carrying as he walks up to the gathering and pauses by his friend, "You leave the candy?" He glances around the area not recognizing any faces but nods at them anyway.
Ivy pulls the cork out of the bottle she kept, the amber liquid lower then the unopened implying pre-game drinking. She nods to Audrey, looking at her curiously before her attention is snagged by the rumble of the truck and the crew that climbs out of the back. An eyebrow slides upwards as the proclamation is given, and a smirk and a snort follows at Saint's reply. Her foot moves, toe pushing to set the old chair to rocking as she says, "So many new faces. Should be a good party." The bottle coming up as she takes several long pulls off the whiskey.
Pembroke sticks a cigarette in hos mouth and lights it, sucking in the blessed cancer cloud. "And some of us less 'new', more 'hadn't been around'."
The pathetic mewlings immediately draws Audrey's attention, and the petite woman moves out from behind the food table and towards the box, flutter sleeves doing precisely what their name implies. She is careful to pick a path just outside of arms reach of anyone she has to pass by on her way. She really is hoping it's some sort of sick joke and when she peers in it'll be a recording of some sort...but even she isn't naive enough to actually believe that's what she'll find. Getting close enough, Audrey peeks into the box, and the way her face melts into a smile, quickly followed by a look of horror towards Jehu as she realizes he might not just have been making a sick joke. Kneeling, she reaches a pale hand into the box and brings out a black and white kitten, and then a second calico which she settles into her lap.
Laz turns around as people are starting to arrive and takes a moment to flicker green eyes about and check out those around. He reaches out and gives Audrey a smack on the ass, as he points a finger towards Pembroke and Stefan first, "Make sure everyone has drinks and are properly satisfied." The big man nods towards Pembroke and Stefan before he turns to catch sight of Ivy walking by and offers a brutal smile, "Welcome." The man's head swivels at the arrival of Jehu and the pussy stuffing contest, which naturally he chimes in his question, "But do you swallow?" he calls out with arms lifting upwards and outwards in welcome. A ferocious grin crosses his massive expression. Laz gives Saint a thumbs up, gesturing towards the food spread out to welcome him to partake. He looks around and says, "Welcome to the Dragon's BBQ.. I am Lazarus Blight-Bringer, but you bastards can call me Laz. I am the pack alpha for The Dragons, and we have returned to this shit hole. So let the fires burn bright.. the clothing fall off, your sins be reborn, and blood flow freely you miserable pricks. Eat up!" he gestures towards the food with a grin.
Sparking up the thick blunt he just finished rolling, Saint looks to the various other BBQ goers as they all get settled in for the evening. A nod is given to Laz at the introduction and then he smiles while holding the thick smoke of his blunt in his lungs. Holding that blunt out in offering to anyone that wishes to partake he softly exhales from the corner of his mouth and then offers a wave, nodding to Ivy at her words and then to Pembroke at his. "Aye, I've been around for some time but have kind of kept to myself to handle some business. I'm of a mind to be out and about more." A slight bow of his head follows as he gives his name, "Most people just call me Saint."
Stefan takes a hand rolled cigarette from the pack and lights it, nodding his head at Laz, "Thanks, it's been a while since there's been a party here. I'm Stefan Johnson, kinfolk toymaker and lore keeper for DevilDolly and friends."
A hoarse guffaw answers Saint's and Laz's sallies as Jehu looks around at the gathered. "Nice spread," he observes of the food before he glances to his minions. "You fuckers go feed. Anyone not on the truck when I leave is on the fucking grill next time." The minions scatter at his words, scuttling over to feed like human roaches, trying to avoid the attention of bigger predators. The hulk's attention falls on Audrey and her kitten-smuggling. One look at her expression is enough to peg her role. "Who bitch this is?" he yells in general inquiry, waving at her before grunting. "Whatever. You think I'm just fucking with you, don't you, cunt? Well, shit, if I thought enough about your kind to give a fuck, maybe I would. But these motherfuckers?" A thumb gestures at the gathered 'gentry'. "They don't fuck around much. Here. Lemme show you how this works." A big, scarred hand dips into the box and pulls out a tiny tortoiseshell, hardly with its fur on yet. It wriggles and scratches uselessly at the man's hand as he thumbs it into the back of his mouth, desperate cat-noises reduced to silence as it becomes a bulge in his cheek, like a wad of tobacco. "Nine fucking more. Pick'em, bitch." he says around the cat.
Ivy mms and holds her hand out, wiggling her fingers in Saint's direction since he's offering to share his smoke. "Ivy." is offered in return. She watches as the woman goes over to the box, making a little sound under her breath before looking to Jehu. From her expression what happens is what she figured would occur, and she shakes her head slowly. "Hopefully that isn't what's on the grill." She puts the bottle of whiskey down and gets up, moving over to pluck the joint from Saint's fingers, if it's still offered, and take a long draw before handing it back.
Pembroke grabs items and drinks and shoves them into the hands of Kin weaker than himself and pushes them in the direction of various other party goers. "Sebastian Pembroke." leaving off the rest for the moment as he smacks someone in the back of the head for nearly dropping the booze.
Laz offers one of those deadly hands of his towards Stefan to take the blunt and drag off it before handing it back. "Get yourself some food Saint, lot of animals were butchered for this.. and that was before we did the shopping." He reaches out his hand to pat Saint on the shoulder. Then turns towards Stefan at the introduction and reaches out to shake the man's hand. "Good to meet you Toymaker. Give DevilDolly my regards." He points towards Audrey and says, "When she's done crying.. get your contact information to her. I'm sure we'll cross paths again and might find use for some of your toys. Eat up, enjoy yourself. The drugs should be arriving soon." He promises. The music shifts gears, and the base kicks up a notch as the party starts to come to life and the volume raises a few notches. Other people have begun arriving as well, and the dancing has started in full swing as reckless abandon flows through the area on the breeze. Laz glances over to Icy and holds out his hand, "There's lots of things on the grill, suit just about any appetite Ivy."
Stefan takes a long drag off his smoke and nods to Laz then glances over at Audrey, "Sure thing. We brought a bowl of candy - assorted pills and some of my special mixtures." He heads over to the grill instead of Audrey first, since she is busy with kittens, snagging a beer along the way.
Saint passes off the blunt to Ivy and nods in greeting to her. "That's some potent weed, you think you got the chops for it." He gives her a teasing grin before there is a nod towards Laz and the talk of food. "Come on Ivy, let's grab some food while killing that blunt. Then maybe you can share one of those bottles with me too." Reaching for the puff puff pass rotation with Ivy and anyone else that wants to smoke he takes another heavy hit before passing the blunt back off, starting to get himself some food.
She was less...smuggling, more cuddling, for what it's worth. Which...isn't very much in this group. She cringes, quickly looking away as that tiny kitten is chosen and then chomped on happily into Jehu's cheek. When he demands that she choose the rest, she quickly unfolds to her utterly unimpressive height and giving her head a quick shake. "I have to get drinks." She glances towards Laz, apparently having heard his earlier order even if she was distracted by kittens. Of which she still has two in her hands. She starts to back away, kittens tucked under her arms. Convenient orders are convenient!
Several people seem to thing the grill is where the fun is, so Ivy turns and heads towards it, giving Laz and Saint a nod. She grins as she takes her pull on the joint then hands it back. "I think I can handle it. And if I can't...well, mores the fun?" She shrugs and laughs, the sound low and not entirely friendly. Her hand lifts to motion towards the one bottle on the table. "Feel free to crack into that one, unless my spit adds flavor for you, then the other is fair game too. I'm not shy."
Jehu managed to laugh around the cat in his mouth, a wet, rumbling noise of amusement at Audrey's withdrawal. "Bitch, you think it's better to walk away? Ain't fucking _nobody_ walks away from a party like this. Coulda picked nine, I'd have let the rest go. Now? Now I'm gonna rail these little shits like fucking crack rocks." A huge hand reaches into the box, one of his desperate minions wholly occupied in keeping the frantic kittens from climbing out. That hand pauses, and Jehu looks back over toward Audrey. "Or maybe I just want one of the two you've got. They look real tasty. Gimme one. Gimme and I'll let the rest go." A little tabby is scooped out and shoved into his maw, words getting more indistinct around the twitching kitten. "If I got any left." Even as the second is still twitching, the hulk is rooting around in the box for his next victim.
"No you weren't," Audrey retorts to Jehu before she can stop herself, though she immediately bites down on the inside of her lips. She clearly doesn't believe the man's statement about the other kittens, but...he does make her stop. And look at the two kittens in her arms who have calmed right down and then to the hand digging into the box. Too soft hearted for her own good, and too willing to hope that juuuust maybe he'd do what he said. Before Jehu can pull out another kitten, Audrey, jaw clenched and gaze directed towards his chest, is stepping forward and holding out the little black and white fuzzball. Choice made.
Laz heads over to Pembroke and offers his hand, "Pembroke.. good to see you." He looks towards some of the others around, and back before he says, "Get you some food, or candy?" He gestures back behind him and says, "I'll be setting up the burn barrel soon, for the tribute to Green Dragon. How've things been with you?" The music continues to rock, chords twisted the base deep and throbbing beneath the hoods of old vehicles and leaving vibrating seating for patrons to enjoy. The green flames flicker wildly from the torches setup around, casting leering shadows and haunting luminescence on the faces of the patrons. Some kinfolk have begun dancing, though one in particular has been covered in oil or some similar shimmering substance. The girl looks heavily drugged, or just out of it as she sways in her little black bikini and dances to the music near the center of the party.
"Aw, _shit_," Jehu grunts in disgusted disappointment as Audrey holds out the little black and white kitten. The words are indistinct around the wads of tabby and tortoiseshell fur shoved into his cheeks. "I figured a pussy bitch like you'd be good for at least two, three more of these little fuckers before you manned up." A huge mitt snatches the kitten from Audrey's grasp, shoving it in his mouth and beginning to chew with wet, snapping noises. The cries of the living things between his teeth are brief, at least, before he swallows at last. "Listen, cunt, this shit's on you. We ain't the only fucking monsters here- you're part of the party too. The sooner you get it through your pretty little cockholster skull that doing our little dance is the only way forward, the less likely you're gonna have your ass turned into a canyon by something with no fucking vowels in its name. Tonight it was a kitten. Maybe next month it's your sister. It or them, you or her, it don't fucking matter to us. You just gotta make the choice." And with a savage kick, he overturns the box of kittens, small shapes fleeing wildly into the smoky night.
Saint makes himself a plate while at the same time smoking that blunt with Ivy. By the time the plates are made the thick blunt is burnt down to nothing and the already high, tattooed man looks absolutely high. Finding himself a seat he settles in and pours himself a drink, trying to catch on to what else is going on in the BBQ around him while eating his food.
Pembroke thinks back for a moment. "I really ain't sure, Most of the last few months have been a bit of a blur." and warches the kittens scatter and sighs. "well shit. Ow the rats are going to be playing with their food all night."
Word has made it through the grapevine that there is something afoot. Eris arrives from deeper in the Park, the pale woman stalking through the broken glass and debris along the path leading towards the gathering. She's in no real hurry. The Summer heat means Eris is in shorts and a tank top and her feet - despite the dangerous trash everywhere - are bear. She hasn't bothered with changing her appearnce at all.
Ivy hmms and picks up a plate, starting to move towards the selection of meat offered. She looks from one to the other, pondering her choices before she ends up shrugging and just starting to take a little bit of everything. She keeps the piles seperate, not a complete savage, though by the time she's done she's got a little bit of most of the offerings. The rest will have to wait for seconds. A glance goes over her shoulder towards the kitten escapades, seeing the tail end as the box goes sailing. She laughs, the bubble escaping as the contents of the shared joint start to seep in, and she trails after to end up back towards her rocking chair and the already opened bottle of whiskey.
Stefan balances his drink and the food and smirks at Pembroke's comment as the kittens scatter, "Some of the rats around here are bigger." He glances over at Jehu and seems about to say something but he catches sight of the pale beauty wandering in barefoot and he immediately heads in her direction.
Holy shit, he actually //did// keep his word. A brief look up to Jehu's face and then, calico kitten now clutched to her chest, Audrey is turning tail and fleeing back towards the far side of the little gathering. She is not putting the cat down, either - it is tucked into the front of her wrap dress, so it can settle like some sort of tumor against her side beneath the fabric. A quick scan, and several bottles of beer and other drinks are pulled out of the cooler by the food table before Audrey starts towards the newly arrived Eris.
Laz nods to Pembroke and says, "Welcome back then, either way.. I have every intention of riling up the fires again, and getting things burning bright. Stay tuned." The massive giant of a man, standing over seven and a half feet tall nods towards the comment of rats being larger than kittens and seems to grin at the thought. His green eyes flicker with the flames, catching sight of Audrey as he begins to make his way towards her and Jehu now. Stopping towards the center of the area, near the black bikini clad oiled dancer, Laz calls out loud enough for everyone to hear. "Tonight we pay tribute to the Green Dragon. The Green Dragon abhors cowardice in all forms, so may those who show it tonight be his sacrifice. To show your strength, and earn favor with the great Dragon.. I present to you this." He drags the barrel up a bit more, and gestures towards it. "Place your valued, your loved, your cherished.. something or someone dear to you within the barrel and let them burn. Show you are not scared, and earn favor if you dare." He challenges the group to pay tribute.
Pembroke looks up with a smirk, and personally brings Eris some of the food and drink. "Well, speak of the DevilDolly"
When Stefan makes his way over Eris lifts her hand to lightly brush hair back behind his ear and offers a light bonk of her head to his shoulder. Pembroke is given a small smile as well. Audrey's presence lifts both of the Elder's brows and she offers a toothy smile "Well shit.. they didn't tell me that you'd be gracing us with your presence. How y' doin'?" This is towards Aubrey as she walks over. The kitten regarded with a tilt of her head and a wiggl of her fingers the animals direction. Strangely the unusual looking blonde doesn't seem to have any weird affect on animals, almost like she's a spectre. "Sebastian, don't call me that, this isn't formal. At least.. I hope it's not formal." Finally scanning the faces Eris nods to Laz, Ivy and Saint. Jehu, however, is an unknown face and gets no nod. Only a feral stare.
Jehu grins at Laz's invitation and the presence of the barrel. "All right you fuckers, let's give the dragon some shit for his hoard," he yells to his minions. "Get the fucking chains!" They scramble back toward the truck, rooting around in the back before wrapping a length of chain under the front frame. Jehu strides over to the dangling ends, hoisting them over his shoulders and leaning into them. The wheels begin to roll on the battered vehicle as the hulking shape starts to drag it toward the barrel. "I fucked twenty-seven bitches in the bed of this truck, carried sixteen corpses of motherfuckers who got in my way, and hid a cartel motherfucker's baby girl in the fucking glovebox for my goddamn lunch," he declares as he hauls the vehicle over to the barrel. Some of the minions in the back are tearing up the patched wooden pallet-bed and dousing the whole vehicle with the spare gascan as he drags it. "And when I burn this motherfucker I'll go steal a new one, and I'll make the son of a bitch who owns it now _suck my massive dick!_" With a last grunting heave, he drags the truck up to the barrel, gasping for breath as he awaits the other offerings, a lighter in his fist.
Stefan rubs his head against Eris' shoulder and then turns to listen to Laz, remaining at her side. He leans against her and whispers something at her ear.
Eris receives a faint smile from Audrey, her elbow tucking almost protectively over the little kitten nestled around the curve of her waist under the floral fabric of her dress. "I came to offer you a drink, but..." She glances to Pembroke, inclining her head to him. "I see it's taken care of. There is plenty of food and, uh...candy if you'd like." She glances over to the food table with its bowl of various drugs and pills, and then offers the bottles in her hands to those gathered near Eris in case any of them want something to drink. She glances back to look at Laz when he makes his announcement, then watch as Jehu starts the offerings off.
Pembroke does take some of that drink from Audrey that was meant for Eris, because... thirsty, and the show is about to begin, going ahead to eat the food himself.
The breeze through the area seems to clip up for a moment, causing the green flames to flicker for just a moment faster. The low howl in the area writhes as Jehu's offering is dragged forward. Laz watches Jehu make the first offering, and nods his head with a bold and brutal grin tracing across his expression. His eyes looking over as others begin moving forward with their tributes as well. It seems he didn't give a heads up, so many are taking off jewelry, some are removing clothing, and handing over purses and other items to drop into the barrel as their offerings. The wind whistles and the flames flicker with each thing placed. Meanwhile Laz reaches out a hand, to brush the back of his brutal fingers on the face of the dazed girl dancing near the barrel. She can't be more than twenty, and her skin is pale white and unblemished. The black bikini does little to conceal the sheen on her oiled skin. At the touch of the hand, her lidded eyes do not react or seem to notice and instead she just continues to dance and sway to the beat of the music in the background.
Ivy sits on the fun house porch in her usual chair, the open bottle of whiskey set down next to her foot. She's got a plate full of assorted meat from the grill, and is watching as people start throwing their tributes into the flames.
A dip of her head, and Audrey relinquishes the drinks to Eris, and then Pembroke. She glances to Jehu once again before extracting the calico from her dress and reluctantly offering it out to Eris. "Audrey Gibson. Kin to Laz," she explains with a vague gesture in the hosts direction. She does keep half of her attention on the bonfire, and what's being thrown into it.
Stefan takes a drink from Audrey and gives a nod to Eris. He watches Jehu and Laz as he gulps the drink down between drags from his smoke
Jehu's attention turns to Laz, and the interplay between him and the oiled woman. That jagged grin gets wider, as if he knows the story, and the story is one he likes. He says nothing to the pair, however, turning over towards the periphery of the gathering, letting the milling assembled offer up their treasures and tokens. His steps leave him standing near Ivy, and the brute's regard shifts toward her. "You've got fucking great tits, woman," he observes graciously. "Bet you're shaved, too. What the fuck you doing here without some boys climbing you? You turn 'em all into Kinfolk chow, or is it just that your dick's so big it scared 'em off?"
Though her stiletto nails are slightly curved and look more like claws Eris is able to gently stroke the kittens ears and then rub under it's chin with a light touch and no damage coming from the gesture. "Audrey." She greets quietly, "I am Eris. Have you met m kin, Stefan and Pembroke?" She gestures to the two men hovering nearby. The carred and tattooed new moon remains subued for the time being while she considers the fire and her free hand taps on her thigh. "I wasn't aware we were supposed to bring gifts for the host." She muses.
Ivy lifts up a strip of...something, to pop it between her lips, sucking the barbecue juices off her fingers as she watches Jehu stroll up. "Thank you." The eloquent statement gets him a smile and a tilt of her head, and there's no blushing or batting of an eye at the otherwise crass statements. "I am, goodness, two for two." She winks before picking up another slice of meat. "No dick, at least not at the moment. I felt like taking the pussy out for a walk." A smirk creeping over her face. "And anyways, it wouldn't be my dick that scared them off."
Laz steps away, and reaches down to pick up what appears to be a pretty old guitar from near the grill. Anyone who knows him, has probably heard him playing it horribly all the time, in some form or another - always seems to have it with him or nearby. It might actually be the only thing he truly loves or cares about in this world. A glance is given over towards Audrey for a moment, as though a question or a point was being made. He holds up the guitar in the air, and then brings it down for a moment to strum a few chords. Thing looks old enough, probably had it for twenty years or more. He steps up to the dancing girl, and motions to place it in her hands, "Play us a dirge darling.." and she dazzily takes up the guitar, and tries to comply with his request, though can't seem to make a song as she sways there in place. Then Laz steps back a few steps, and lifts his hands up with a growl bellowing, "The Dragons pack thank you for your offerings and your tributes.. to our Totem. We have returned here, and we grow once more. We seek those strong enough to be recognized as Bastards of Green Dragon and run with us in this War. Those who will not cower, and stand strong beside us. If that is you, then let Green Dragon recognize you now.." and he leans forward. Laz's mouth opens, and a long trail of balefire bursts from his lips and coats the dancing girl, his guitar, Jehu's truck and the barrel in acidic flames. The oils and gasoline instantly ignite in a fireball upwards and begin to incinerate the offerings in the center of the bonfire now.
Blood, sex, violence? Kurt is sure to show up eventually. True to form, the Elder Dox steps down from the Fun House in bare feet he doesn't seem to mind the rocks and broken glass as he lopes closer to the Event. Levi's and a ribbed tank cling to the nearly seven foot tall frame of the Beast of War. His steps slow and then halt as he realizes that Ivy is perched on the Fun House deck already, he'll take a moment to take stock of every individual with balefire eyes; singularly Eris earns a dip of his chin and a charmingly toothsome smile. Ivy gets her Proper Greetings, which involve his nose and teeth finding her neck and a forked tongue finding her mouth before paying any further attention to the crowd. His drawling voice comes up after Laz makes his offerings to Green Dragon, "Amen," with an added side of hallelujah. "Glad to see you're still doing Father's good works," he says to Laz with a warm smile. Only then, finally, does he turn a slow and baleful gaze towards Jehu sniffing in his direction incredulously, "Like new car, s'got a certain scent to 'em," he says of the new face.
Watching as Laz picks up his guitar, and listening to him play the cord, Audey's attention is split between the trio she's talking to, and the floor show. "I haven't," Audrey will shift her focus to the two other kinfolk in question, offering a soft smile to each as she tips her head back to look up at them. She has to tip her head up to look at pretty much everyone, some more than others. "Nice to meet you bo..." But her greeting is cut off when the guitar is handed over and then woman, guitar and everything else goes up in acidic flames. Her eyes widen before she turns her back on the demonstration, kitten quickly pulled back and hugged to her chest.
Jehu bellows his approval of the conflagration, waving apish arms at the unnatural flames and stench of burning flesh. "Didn't even fuck her before he lit her up," he observes of the blaze in admiring tones. "Well, tonight, at least." Whether he's speaking of the girl or the guitar is perhaps unclear. Eyes turn to Ivy. "Jesus, that shit makes me horny. I'm gonna go fuck a bitch until she's cryin'. Want me to send you over a boy, or are you into the pussy?" A pause, contemplative. "Or is it freaky cock? One of my boys, I swear to God, he got a dick like a fucking jigsaw puzzle a retard put together."
Pembroke holds up his hand in salute before stumbling somewhere to pass out
The Elder Philodox's arrival doesn't seem to cause the pale tattoed and scared New Moon. "You're late." She teases quietly before turning her attention back to Pembroke, "There's something back at the compound I need you to handle for me. Would you mind?" She wonders as she pulls Stefan closer before turnign the weight of her attention back on Audrey. "How are you enjoying ..." And then Audrey turns away and Eris reached out and takes Audrey's face and turns it back. "Don't look away. open your eyes."
Ivy lifts her attention away from Jehu as Kurt approaches, a slow smile spreading across her face. Her pupils are already a little blown, having imbibed something earlier that's well into her system. She smiles and tilts her head, giving him her throat and as the fire bursts up the pale silvery lines of many a bite mark can be seen as he leans over. She reaches up and curls her fingers around his neck, mmming before answering Jehu. "I'm good." When Kurt straightens she reaches down to get the bottle of whiskey, holding it up towards him in offering.
Stefan steps back instinctively at the balefire blaze but then leans against Eris as he finishes his smoke. He mainly watches her and Audrey but keeps a careful eye on the fire.
Jehu's already fading into the roil of subhumanity around the party, the big man a clot of something more purposefully vile among the hedonistic revelers. In a few moments, he's gone, with no more than a few despairing shrieks to mark his wake.
It really isn't hard to turn Audrey, though for once she has a few inches on someone (that //never// happens to Audrey!). The other womans fingers press into Audrey's jaw, forcing her face around back towards the balefire. Hugging the calico tightly enough to squeeze a quiet mewl from the kitten, Audrey forces her eyes open as she is whispered too; the light from the fire glints in the moisture gathering in her eyes.
Kurt sucks in a slow breath at the smell of balefire, flesh, and sacrifice, "Mm," with a heavily grunted but wistful sigh. Eris' teasing earns a playful snap of his teeth, "I'm here precisely when I wanted to be," using one of her old lines with his southern drawl. Ivy earns a happy growl in his throat when the whiskey simply appears before him like that and he takes the bottle to tilt it to his lips for a few heavy swallows. The process started, he leans a bit more heavily on Ivy's chair watching the interactions between Eris and Audrey for a moment, "Miss anything terribly important?" he wonders of the blonde Kinfolk, while watching Jehu simply...leave. "He didn't even give me a chance to snarl at him," he almost sounds sad.
Honestly, Eris' grip is gentle for a Spiral. Bruising hard, but her nails aren't even digging in to Aubrey's skin as she holds her chin there for a moment before carefully reaching down to extract the kitten from Aubrey's arms. "No distractions." She murmurs to the Kin as she looks back to the pile of burning remains, THe kitten is handed off to Stefan and her hand dropped from Aubrey's chin once she's certain the Kinfolk doesn't need to be forced to watch. Kurt's reply earns a scoffing snort and laughing smile.
Stefan takes the kitten from Eris without question. He holds it up in one hand and brings it up level with his eyes to stare at it as Eris is dealing with the kinfolk.
Ivy reaches behind the back of her chair to pat Kurt on the leg. "I'm sure there will be other opportunities, seems there's an uptick in new faces you're bound to run into him again." She mms, and does her best to try and recount the previous events of the evening as the doctored food warms her belly and adds to the haze of Saint's weed. "There was some kitten eating...and barbecue...that isn't kittens. Ah, then the one guy burned his truck in tribute...I think you were here for the rest. Food's pretty good. It's not Auntie Amsel's long pig, but it'll fuck you up."
Audrey doesn't /want/ to watch but the tiny Elder is far more terrifying on some level than the sight of a woman and other items burning. She does start to protest when the little kitten is plucked from her hands but wisely doesn't fight it.
Kurt watches the kitten getting passed off, and he can't help himself when he sees Stefan staring it down, "Bite it...like a marshmallow," he dares the kinfolk. Ivy holds his attention though, and he's nodding along, "Sounds like a decent party then," and he's reaching down to take a bit of Ivy's meat as well, washing it down with whiskey with a side-to-side motion of his head, "Ain't Auntie Amsel's, but I'm biased," he notes with a smirk. "Oh well looks like we might get more kitten eating yet," he sounds excited at least!
Eris' head tilts listening and her nose wrinkles seemingly in reference to something Ivy said even though she should be out of earshot. She also has no interest in the food. Her free hand has looped into Stefan's belt and she's keeping him and the kitten close. "Did you know her?" She asks Aubrey about the burning pile of sacrifces. She seems to have nothing to say about Kurt's encouragement over the kitten though she does glance sidelong towards Stefan.
Laz watches the flames, the bikini clad girl melt, and his prized guitar burn away. He stands there by the fire, far too close not to be feeling the heat - and basks in the radiance that it shines over him. Something is said under his breath towards the fire, and then he turns and heads over towards the food to party. NOTE: The party is officially over, welcome to stay, mingle and RP freely. Thank you for coming all Laz makes up a big plate of food and starts walking towards Kurt when he sees his arrival. A nod is given towards Eris as well, and he presents the plate of food towards both without word. The many layers of assorted meats, grilled and seasoned with more addictive properties than high end drugs have. "If it pleases you Elders.."
((Scene fades to casual RP...))
