PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAR!

[Sivoncé™]

The liquors were lined up in rainbow color order on Death's bar, the door's were open and awaiting eager customers, and the music thumpin. It was that time of year again.

A drunken Sharpie burst through the door of the WotM door and tossed balloons and confetti absolutely everywhere.
"LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEE!"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

“BEST. TIME. OF THE YEAR.”
A great lump of a Mephisto burst through the doors, once again dragging Mr. Designated Driver Arroyo (supposedly; never seemed to turn out that way). With his taste for drinking, it would be quite the challenge, but Mephisto was determined to get roaring drunk this evening. It was a celebration, after all!
Arroyo just got dragged along for the ride. Or the mess. Or both.
Whatever, it was a party.

“Turn up the volume, Death!” Sanceul yelled, grinning as she joined the gradually growing crowd. “Bring some life to this town!”

Lupus was already busying himself at the barstool, eyeing the arriving partygoers. “Well, this should be interesting.” He took a gulp, and eyed Death. Bartender, priest… is he a DJ too?

No one seemed to notice the giant man-eating octopus sitting just outside the establishment.
No tentacles allowed? That’s a bit racist.

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Death nodded at Sanceul and stood up on top of the bar counter. He pulled out a microphone and addressed the growing number of party-goers.
"Hello everyone! Before we get things started, I want you all to welcome our brand new DJ! GIVE IT UP FOR SANDBOX!!"Sandbox sauntered in the bar with an enormous pair of headphone and stylin shades. He smiled a sort of 'I'm really high and everything seems so funny right now' sort of smile and waved a paw in greeting to his friends and neighbors.

"I cannot tell you how much of an honor this is. The child of Lupus has called upon me to serve him!" For a minute, it looked like the guru might burst into tears of joy. A second later, he clapped his paws together, put a funky record on, and started dancing like a jolly fool.

A giant panda wandered past the WotM bar, and frowned at the size of the entryway. With a sigh, she sat down next to the octopus and began to cry.
"I-it's just not right, doing things like that! What did we ever do to those wolf-people, anyway? Theys racists, all of em!"

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Lupus eyed his son, and for a brief second, amusement threatened to overcome his aura of emo-ness. …I want those shades. I really do.
…
Maybe I DID raise him well.

At this point, Sanceul ran off and dragged ol’ Morgan onto the dance floor. “Uh, no, really… I can’t dance,” Morgan stammered.
“Nonsense. No Dad of mine can’t put his paws to the rhythm. NOW DANCE, FOOL!” And, with already-guzzling Mephisto as an audience, they proceeded to rock out… or Sanceul did, anyway. Morgan just waved his arms and legs a bit—like the hokey pokey.

“I know what you mean, brother,” Liverpool agreed. “It’s like… you eat one or two of their grandparents, but that’s it, you know? It’s not like you ate their daughters or their pet caterpillar, or something. What’s a guy gotta do to get a drink around here?”
The octopus sighed.
“I’m telling ya, man… crazy world.”

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Strangely enough, a gust of wind blew open the doors of the bar, leaves rushing along with it. In a drunken sexy manner, Thorn sashayed behind the leaves, looking around with glossy eyes. She quickly spotted Lupus and stumbled gracefully pranced to his side. Sliding onto the stool next to him, perhaps a bit too close, she grinned at her big black hunk of beast. "Hey, sexy. You know..." She pointed her paw at him in a sloppy manner. "...I alrays... always had a crr... crush on you. Did you, did you know that?"

Slash, clapping loudly for Sandbox, wagged her tail at the sight of her ex-lover, Death. She frowned. That Wolfie chick had definitely changed him, turning her precious HoneyBoo into a party animal. Taking a deep gulp from the bottle she was holding, she swung her hips onto the dance floor. She began swinging her tail in a seductive manner, quickly attaching herself to Light.

Light took on a violated blank stare.

Holly quickly glomped Sharpie, a bit buzzed but refusing to drink anymore. She would take advantage of him tonight, she was sure of it. It had been a while since she got any action... three years?

A caterpillar was sitting on a cardboard box next to Liverpool and the giant panda. "Yeah, man... that slut in there left me for that Lupus bastard. He isn't even that manly!" Bob sighed, guzzling a fifth shot of pollen.

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Sharpie glanced at Holly an waggled his eyebrows. "Can I buy you a drank?" he slurred.

Death raised his shades and a questioning brow at Slash. She totally digs me still, he assured himself, and then lowered his shades once more. He turned away from her to address the long line of thirsties waiting at the bar.

Mist headed over to Light to say hey, but was distracted by Slash's sudden attachment. That was all right, as far as she was concerned -- their time as an IC couple was over, and Mist had had some fun herself while Light was away doing whatever he'd been doing. "Hey there, look at you two! You know, your names together make Sight? Or Lash?"

The panda bobbed her head in agreement. "I totally know what you're talking about. I bet that guy is just a walking STD. And, you know, the chicks that dig him are usually the desperate ones, anyway, if you think about it. Either they've never had a mate or their mate neglected or left them behind. Plus, there's that rose thing he pulls all the time. I'm starting to think he likes flowers more than his girlfriends do!" Apparently Giant Panda had a gossipy streak.