LET. IT. ROCK.

[Sivoncé™]

"CAUSE WHEN I ARRIVE, I, I BRING THE FIRE, MAKE YOU COME, ALIVE..."
The bar gleamed under Death's tender love and care. The endless buffet was ready, his collection of beverages shining in their bottles beneath the bar, confetti booby-trapped to spring at unsuspecting wolves. Balloons and streamers were draped across the peeling wall paper, and a humongous cake rested on a table in the center of the room. A stereo rocked with the thud of the bass, the song playing--
"LET IT ROCK, LET IT ROCK, LET IT ROCK!!!"
...yeah.
Death threw open the doors to his bar, singing at the top of his lungs, doing his "funky No. 1" dance moves as he maneuvered about the WotM Bar. BRING ON THE PARTY!

[Njack]

"Did someone say ROCK?" Ligua trotted in, a pet rock dangling from a string behind him. The rock looked thoroughly humiliated. As humiliated as a pet rock can look like. Which is not much. Like, maybe like this: :<.

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"Rock? You got nothing on this rock!"

Holy nuggets of fiery computer RAM discs... where did Knot find that meteorite? Scratch that. Huge meteorite?

I'm going to wait a while till Knot starts muttering to himself.

"Took me such a long time to find a rock. Like, three days. And then I had to drag it all the way from my FLOWER GARDEN. Crushed my mailbox, too."

Yep, now we know. See? Step 1: Mutter. Step 2: Step 3: Profit!
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Nectar slunk in and sniffed the cake. She wasn't much different from IC, really. Probably because her bio sucked. XD

[Destiny]

"Oh, woes me, and a bottle of gin, high-ho to Lupus 'nd Sin!" A freakishly large, red and black wolf trotted on into the bar. Several golden chains around his neck, studded bracelets on front paws, and, Hell, some clip on earrings just to finish off looking cool. Sittin' his big, fat, mean ass down to the bar, Loni shouted: "PRAISE KITTENS, I SAY! PRAIIIISEEE KITTENNSSS!!" With that, he slumped down in his seat, front paws placed on the bar, tail a waggin' behind.

A younger, snow colored, dark eyed stud pranced in through the door soon after. Head held high, tail up, chest puffed out- Zethro was looking rather foolish and overly proud today. "Did someone call the stud muffi- OOOOHHH I SMELL CAKE! SHARESHARESHARE!!" With a puppish squeal, he barreled towards Nectar. "Barrel roooolllllll!"

Loni snorted amusedly, and otherwise ignored any wolves behind 'im. . . . . Though he had to wonder if Ligua was entirely well in the head. A pet rock? Really now? "Gimme summin strong, Death ol' buddy ol' pal. And I can say that because I've sent enough wolfies your way to last y' a life time." Slight snicker with that!

[Sivoncé™]

Death continued to jam out until Loni popped up to him, his request falling on uneasy ears. Death's nose twitched, using the back of his paw to feel Loni's forehead. "Uh, no, I think you'd better go see a doctor or something. I think your blood is spiked with something strong -- you do realize that you're praising kittens, right? Why aren't you priasing puppies?! THAT I would understand...you...you're just messed up!" Death shook his head, sighed softly. What a waste! Could've made a good drunkard if he didn't act like he was already smashed!

Freya padded in, tangled in the latest costume she'd been subjected to by Sivvy: a splattering of blood and guts. She blinked around, yawning widely, exhausted from her latest battle scene. Unfortunately, Siv had never hired her a stunt double. She padded lazily into the bar. "Hey, where's the powder room? I need to wash this stuff off before people think there's really something wrong with me..."

[Njack]

Ligua muttered something intelligible, then set his pet rock down on the counter. "Well, I thought you said rock. Anyway, it's been a little rough lately in context, so don't blame me for loss of sanity."

There was one slight problem with asserting that he hadn't really lost his sanity. He was still talking to himself.
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Knot put down the meteorite, blocking most of the back of Death's bar from view. "Perhaps I should have crushed it into little pieces or something."

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"HOLY MUFFINS OF DEATH!" Nectar stumbled backwards as Zethro barrelrolled towards her, then fell over. This prompted an unseen voice in the background to yell, "Snake? Snake? SNAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!... Wait a second. Who is Snake?"

Nectar got up, blinking. Sometimes I think my in context life is less eventful than this! She glanced at Zethro, wondering if there would be any cake left.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“Okay, that’s it… Wolfie just sent me to an early retirement!”
Morgan stumbled into the bar, holding a damp rag to the multiple wounds that patterened his body. Wincing a little, he muttered irritably to himself. Always have to play these messy villain roles… how unfair.
“Oh, suck it up, Morgan!” a voice bellowed from behind. Mephisto emerged, clamping an enormous paw on the bleeding brute’s back. “A little whiskey will get you right as rain in no time. Come on!”
“Actually, he should probably rest…” another voice added, Arroyo stepping out from behind Mephisto to inspect Morgan more closely.
“Erm… well, if Morgan won’t be my drinking partner, then I guess you’ll have to do!” Mephisto growled, laughing by the end of his statement. Grasping the scruff of Arroyo’s neck, Mephisto dragged the ebony wolf to the bar, and announced in a gruff voice, “Death, I need two shots whiskey, for me and my buddy here…” Mephisto poked Arroyo with a deep chuckle.
“W-what!? I don’t… I don’t drink, Mephisto,” Arroyo stammered. “Really, I’m more of the ‘designated driver’ type!” Especially after last time… ow, I can feel the hangover already!
“Nonsense!” Mephisto roared. “Death, maybe you should just bring the bottle!”

Three females slipped into the bar, two of them gravitating to the bar, and one heading for the cake.

“Mmm… cake… wait a minute—Zethro!?”
Ventura stared at Zethro, then at the cake, and back at Zethro.
“You better be planning on sharing that cake with me, buddy,” she growled, lifting one of the bricks that she held in her paw.

Meanwhile, the other two faes—Sanceul and Kasa—wandered up to the bar.
“Give me anything, Death. I want to get good and drunk tonight,” Sanceul said with a grin. She sat down on one of the barstools, eyeing Morgan and the other males beside her. “…somehow, I feel right at home,” she muttered to herself.
Kasa settled beside Sanceul, her eyes brightening when she recognized Death. “How’s it going, Death? Business doing well?” She paused, twitched her ears, and glanced over her shoulder when someone yelled "SNAAAAAKE!", but soon opted to ignore the outburst.

[Sivoncé™]

(God, I love this place xD )

Death maneuvered his way through the throng of party-goers back to his station behind the barcounter, divying out drinks as needed. He raised a brow at Sanceul as he passed her an unlabled bottle. "Hey...haven't I seen you here before?" The door at the front of the bar opened -- a silver-black brute stepping in. Death snickered under his breath and winked at Sanceul, making noises as he left. He padded over to Kasa, wondering dimly whether or not to throw out Ventura for having a "weapon". Nah. Could be useful for something, like knocking out Bloodsbane when needed... He nudged Kasa softly, grinning. "Hey, I know we just rped and all, but I thought I should properly introduce myself. I'm Death, King of Darkness," he made a wide, elegant bow, then gestured towards the dance floor. "May I have this dance?"

The silver-black brute was Damien, looking quite frazzled and slightly confused. Wait...haven't we been here before? Wasn't that a dream? When did this become an actual place...? He shrugged, tilting his head to catch the song. Nice party.... His eyes caught Sanceul's form at the bar. Ahhhh, here's to awkward moments. A bit uncertain of himself, he padded to the bar and took the stool beside her, grabbing a glass from behind the bar and stealing some of her drink. "Oh my! I can't let the squirrel get drunk -- she still has to climb home!" He rolled his eyes and sipped his glass.

Freya sniffed around the sides of the establishment, nodding a greeting to Morgan and Mephisto as they entered the door. She found a creaky wooden door and nosed it open to find a long, dark staircase. Ah, well...maybe it's at the bottom of the stairs? Dang, I gotta pee! She padded down the cobwebbed steps, spiders dropping as she did so.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((ditto XD))

Kasa giggled softly, amused with Death’s introduction. How formal, right?
“I’d be delighted, Mr. King of Darkness,” she laughed, padding toward the dance floor. This should be interesting. Wolves on the dance floor! RAISE THA ROOF!

“Alright, here—just sip it,” Mephisto urged, bringing the glass to Arroyo’s lips.
Arroyo instantly recoiled, shaking his head and pleading with him. “No, no… really, Mephisto, I’ll just have some cake and get out of here…”
“Come on! For me, eh?”
“…”
Arroyo leaned forward, tasting the whiskey cautiously… before Mephisto lifted the glass into Arroyo, forcing the black wolf to down the entire glass in one gulp.
“MRPHAMPH!!!”
“HAHA! You’re living now!” Mephisto cried, giving Arroyo a great slap on the back before draining the contents of his own glass.

Sanceul grunted dismissively at Death when he mocked her, ignoring him in favor of the glass in front of her. But just as she was reaching for the bottle, a familiar hand seized her drink, and poured itself a glass. Half scowling, half smirking, Sanceul rolled her eyes.
“If you want to be that way, I’ll just have to drink myself silly until I can come up with a comeback.”
Swiping the glass away, Sanceul brought the bottle to her mouth and gulped down the unidentified liquid, ignoring the sting of alcohol as it funneled into her throat. Then, after about a minute, she set the over-half-empty bottle down, and hiccupped.
“…that… felt… GREAT,” she woofed, smiling a little, waiting for the drink to do its work.

Bain fumbled around the darkness of the cellar, unable to see anything even when he took his skull off. Dang skull… can hardly see anything out of it!
He paused, however, when a sound reached his ears. Turning, he thought he saw the dim outline of another wolf entering the hallway, but wasn’t sure.
“Huh?” Jeez, does ANYONE know where the bathroom is!?

[Sivoncé™]

( LOL this is like...."Child of Egad" ;D )

Death took Kasa's paw and led her the the center of the party, where they could proceed to break it down. "Ya know, I own this place -- you're drinks are on me from now on," he grinned. SCORE FOR DEATH! SCORE FOR DEATH!

Damien snorted, feeling the liquid slide in tasty splendor down his throat. "Huh...wonder why Death didn't label it...." he glanced at Sanceul, already hiccupping. 'Cause it's probably illegally infused with wolfnip, that's why. "Hm. What say you we have a real truth or dare? I'm curious as to who would win this time." Great. This is going to be the most embarresing thing you ever do in your life.
Ah, but it's worth it seeing her morph into a woodland creature!

Freya reached the end of the stairs at last, the light from the doorway now just a distant sliver. The room around her was a cold, drippy passage -- probably related to that prehistoric bathroom from SAW. She sniffed around, shuddering when Bain's skull clattered against the ground. Dangit, I'm gonna pee my pelt!! "Who's there?!" The door was slammed shut at the top -- the result of wild dancing, though this was unknown to Freya. She backed up fearfully, paws grazed on Bain's bone mask. She skittered back, eyes squinting at the sharp edges of the object.
"I WILL NOT SAW OFF MY PAWS!"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((heck YEAH! This is even better than Egad! This is StarWars/WotM level epicness! xD))

Kasa snickered, smiling widely at Death as they began to dance. At first she was simply tapping her paw, but after a few minutes, she was showing off her quick movements and epic dancing skills.
“Well, in that case… when this song is done, let’s go grab a bottle.” She winked at him before spinning around on the dance floor.

“No label…? Err… no idea!” Sanceul woofed, the fuzzy effects of the beverage already beginning to seep into her brain. Of course, it would be a little while yet before she was a crazy drunkard… but she was getting there.
The teasing challenge of truth or dare left Sanceul laughing. “Alrighty then… let’s start, shall we?” She reached over to grab at Mephisto and Arroyo’s drink—both of which were already giggling like idiots—and took the cap of the bottle.
“This side truth,” she instructed, motioning to the smoother, outer side of the cap, “and this side dare.” Sanceul revealed the underside of the cap, which she marked with her claws (much as she marked the stone the last time they played).
“I went first last time… you go first this time!”

Bain jumped as Freya came close to him, startled by her frantic shouting. “Easy, easy! I may be a psychopathic killer, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to hurt you!!”
Wait… that didn’t come out right.

[Njack]

Blink emerged from the darkness, kicking Bain in the side lightly. "Hey, I couldn't really hear what you were saying, but do you know where the bathroom is?"

Shaw padded up beside her, silently glancing around. A glass of milk was in his paws. I don't know how that's possible if all four feet were on the ground, but hey, I guess he's really a serious alcoholic. Milkoholic?

Nectar licked some icing off her paw. The cake was now missing some icing.

Ligua snored on top of his pet rock, his ears perked up for any emergence of drunken singing.

Knot glanced out the door, wondering what the heck a little silver tinted wolf was doing standing on his head.