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fandomtownies2020-07-11 08:39 am
my_own_advocate) wrote in fandomtownies2020-07-11 08:39 am
PARTY!, The Beach, Saturday Night
The beach looked like someone had thrown an entire Pinterest board at it.
Strings of lights were strung between elegant poles, lighting up a fair portion of the beach (with the help of a few carefully-disguised generators, mind you). Large, stylized pots contained such multitudes of jasmine and lavender that at first glance they appeared to be bushes, instead - Seivarden's one contribution to the party.
Delicate paper screens carved the beach up into zones. Beach-classy lounge furniture sat on the sand, from chairs to sofas to even a bed or two. One corner held a stack of sheets, for anyone who didn't think bathing suits were appropriate eveningwear ('Togas encouraged!', the final Instagram post had said). Lucifer had supplied a ridiculous cooking setup for Duke in one corner, and a large bar ('open bar!' said the sign by it) stocked with almost every kind of alcohol known to man sat on the opposite side.
Even the water seemed to roll in like it figured it was part of an Instagram music video of some kind.
Seivarden had demanded a good party. And Lucifer had standards.
That it was extremely hot, that everyone had lost most of their wardrobe? That wasn't going to stand in the way of a bloody good party. There were ice cubes! Lucifer had brought a special freezer for extra ice cubes!
... and since it was Lucifer, no, he hadn't noticed the Truth Day thing yet.
[[ party! ]]
Strings of lights were strung between elegant poles, lighting up a fair portion of the beach (with the help of a few carefully-disguised generators, mind you). Large, stylized pots contained such multitudes of jasmine and lavender that at first glance they appeared to be bushes, instead - Seivarden's one contribution to the party.
Delicate paper screens carved the beach up into zones. Beach-classy lounge furniture sat on the sand, from chairs to sofas to even a bed or two. One corner held a stack of sheets, for anyone who didn't think bathing suits were appropriate eveningwear ('Togas encouraged!', the final Instagram post had said). Lucifer had supplied a ridiculous cooking setup for Duke in one corner, and a large bar ('open bar!' said the sign by it) stocked with almost every kind of alcohol known to man sat on the opposite side.
Even the water seemed to roll in like it figured it was part of an Instagram music video of some kind.
Seivarden had demanded a good party. And Lucifer had standards.
That it was extremely hot, that everyone had lost most of their wardrobe? That wasn't going to stand in the way of a bloody good party. There were ice cubes! Lucifer had brought a special freezer for extra ice cubes!
... and since it was Lucifer, no, he hadn't noticed the Truth Day thing yet.
[[ party! ]]
Re: Eat!
Re: Eat!
Re: Eat!
Re: Eat!
Re: Eat!
He held up a glass in a toast. "Always a pleasure."
And then he was on his way.