Flotsam was still beyond loved. There were people that were there just for him, for Electric Voodoo, even if they werenât headlining. They put on a damn good show - and on top of that a fun show. There were crowd-surfers, there were moshers, there were people that were singing along with every song.
Ozzy would have been proud.
Oogie was a bit miffed at the money being donated without her being consulted about it. But she understood how good it was for public image and smiled along at the cameras with a nod, already thinking about what she could potentially take from the infamous Laveau New Zealand estate to recoup some of her losses in this. She didnât like losing. And not getting the money felt like a loss.
Thomas put his arm around Flotsam - both of them sweaty from their individual work - Thomas, lifting people (mostly Figaro and Clopin with his heavy damn fake leg) up and onto people, or bringing them back down, and Flotsam doing his rock star thing. âIt was a good call, love.â
Frank wouldnât give Oogie the satisfaction of watching her performance, but the party was a go. Regardless, he wasnât one for drama, abhorred it most of the time, kept out of it by being moody, and glaring, and figuring out what to say to get out of a situation by reading minds. Heâd stick with Delta. Heâd drink. Heâd give Flotsam a nod, a âthat was goodâ and a handshake.
Valentin and Nicolai both knew that they were brought to shake things up a bit. To even the playing field. Though they rocked out to Flotsam and Electric Voodoo sometimes, they knew where their loyalties lie, and it was in the woman that brought them over from their Slavic country to learn magic in the greatest place at all - Halloweentown, which had no country, which had no laws, which had no right and wrong.
Nicolai and Valentin usually stuck together but they gave each other a nod and separated so they could explore the place on their own. Split up and cover more ground. But there was more to see than either of them had expected - like the giant, undead whale that was just casually swimming in the backyard the way that some rich people had a koi pond.
Nicolai swore in Russian and got on his hands and knees right there, looking down into the water at what was probably an unsafe distance. âNow this is interesting,â He agreed with Annabel. âI wonder how it came here.â
Valentin duplicated the prop easily enough so they could keep the door wedged open from two sides, double the staying power. After all, what would a party be without some chaotic energy? He knew better than to ask CJ to invite his father along, fun as he was, and settled with the hope that something crazy would come through.
âAhh - the pretty one,â He brightened up. âLetâs find her, I want to meet more of your kind.â
He took Braxâs hand, not as a gesture of friendship, but to make sure that he would come along. But just to make the cable boy a bit more uncomfortable, Valentin gave him a suggestive wink.
Pierre would have begged if Piper would let him. He needed a party. After everything went well with the Papas, and then with the Laveaus, he was craving more and more to get back into the swing of things. To have fun with life again. Yes, he was aware that his sister and Bastien were going to be there, and if that meant that he stuck to his own little circle to make them feel more comfortable, he would do it.
He was stunned into near-silence when he saw Ellie. Near-silence because nothing could keep him down for long.
âHoly shit, youâre - pretty,â He said, looking the redhead over. Ellie blinked at him with a blank expression, not expecting that sort of compliment from him, especially not out of the blue.
âWhat?â She asked blankly.
âNo, no, like - of course you are. But where I came from - you were a bit moreâŚâ He tapped at his chin. âHow do I say this? Home depot, carabiner wearing, ukelele playing butch lesbian.â
Ellie was only able to keep a straight face for another second before she burst out laughing, having to put a hand on Babyface to keep her upright. âReally? Thatâs - thatâs amazing. What was my hair like? Still ginger?â
âGinger in every world, Iâm afraid,â Pierre said, grinning at her, dark eyes sparkling. âBut you had more of an Elvis swoop. Very flattering.â
âI think Iâll stick with this, thanks,â Ellie said, and then gave Pierre a nudge. âGood to have you back, bro.â
And that brought out a very, VERY pleased smile in him. Validation he hadnât thought he needed.
But then, of course, they jumped on the makeshift stage and rocked out, Ellie headbanging. She didnât have much musical talent, especially not compared to Piper and Pierre. But did she give a fuck about that? Nope. She was here to have fun, to bounce around, and she would, trying to pull Maz and Babyface up into it too.
Go-Go had taken the day of the party, and the day after, off of work so that she could enjoy herself. Give up a chance for a Laveau party? Hell no. Give up a chance for a ROCKSTAR Laveau party? Hellllll no. She showed up, she was feeling herself - and her brain was only half-distracted by thinking about the mechanical project she was working on at home. Those gears were always a-turning. The other half was now looking at the newcomers and wondering what magical powers they possessed, occasionally making a guess towards Scout.
And then she was face to face with a surprised but pleased Pierre, who wrapped an arm around Scout, pulling her in closer like a kid sister who he hadnât seen in forever, and looked Go-Go from head to toe. He couldnât help it. Put a pretty lady in front of him, and his eyes always nearly came out of his head.
âWell, bonsoir,â He said, eyebrows raised.
âFrench?â Go-Go asked, cocking an eyebrow. She was remaining cool, but wasnât being unwelcoming. She rolled her eyes playfully. âGuess thatâs better than the fuckboys coming up to me like âkonnichiwa.â Nice to meet you - and the infamous mane.â
Oogie was not-so subtly looking at - well, everything. The house was more quaint than she had thought that it would be. Lavish in - ugh, love, as people might say. Not so much things. What she did find was a deck of cards in a drawer, left over from some game night, and shuffled them absent-mindedly in her hands.
Her eyes settled on those of Seven, and a cat-like grin came to her face. Finally. Someone entertaining.
âOh, you should have reached out, I would have gotten you backstage passes,â Oogie purred to her grandson. âI see you and your little hairy friend escaped the clutches of the netherworld, congratulations, not an easy task to do.â
Maddy had been hanging out with Figaro and Willem for now. She wasnât actively trying to avoid her twin, but was managing to do so naturally, like they were two magnets repelled from one another. Sheâd had time to think about exactly what she wanted to say to him, but she wasnât approaching that without her husband by her side.
And by that she meant Bastien, not Jetsam inhabiting Bastien. But there was plenty of time for that later. As long as the impulsive Laveau didnât do much to harm the vessel, she was alright with the whole situation.
Eventually though, she caught the blue eyes of Bastien, though they didnât hold the normal warmth or spaciness behind them as they often did. It was like seeing someone that was wearing contacts. Regardless, she excused herself from her friends, vodka-cran in hand, and walked toward Jetsam.
âHaving a good time?â She asked, smiling over to Koda and Chess in greeting.