ALLURING

BLAIR BAIRD || PRINCESS OF GLUTTONY

[temptingly-blair]

Race to see who gets hammered the quickest on these watered-down drinks they decided to serve?

[jealouslyxestella]

"You're looking for an ass-kicking on a race. Careful what you ask, cousin." Estella shot the blonde a quick grin and tipped back in her drink, downing every last drop in a matter of seconds. "That's one for me now and none for Blair Baird."

[temptingly-blair]

"So cocky, cousin. I'll have you know, I'm a professional drunk." Not entirely true– but on the rare nights that her uncles let her and her cousin out, she was trashed more often than not. Blair knew it definitely didn't help Cael's need to protect her from the shadows when she was too wasted sometimes to help herself. "Not for long, Estella Foxwood," Blair winked, tipping her glass and gulping the last of the contents before placing the empty glass on a passing tray and grabbing two more glasses. She held one out for her cousin before snatching it away with a grin and proceeded to drink half the contents before pulling a face. "Gotta be quicker than that."

[divinely-helena]

Oh, it was an agonizing nine months waiting for the right moment I could drink to a point that's unbecoming of a woman in my position. Who knew being the mistress of Death held a mannerly standing? Kind of, not really, let's just drink and dance.

[temptingly-blair]

"You're not the only one drinking to the point of being unbecoming, so you're in good company," the princess grinned as she grabbed another drink for her friend, pushing it into her hands before taking Helena's free hand, dragging them both to the dance floor, and giving the brunette a spin. "Drinking, dancing, forgetting everything just for the moment. Nothing is better medicine."

[sensiblyxmabel]

Assassins are known for having exceptional navigational skills so those abilities will be tested. Great, awesome, our family knows how to keep a conversation flowing for a while. What pause? There's absolutely no weird pause, I'm just trying to avoid her for a little longer. How's the party going for you, Aunt Blair? It's great, right?

[temptingly-blair]

They are, and the party is going well, but now I'm more worried about your word vomit right now, since that's not how people usually react when something is pointed out– it makes them look guilty. What's going on, Mabel? You alright?

[caelxdelacroix]

You don't know that, there aren't one hundred percent guarantees in life. Well, I'm having flashbacks and it's making me mad at Ramiel again.

[temptingly-blair]

There isn't a hundred percent, but would you rather live in constant anxiety waiting for the one percent to happen? No, no– none of that, behave. You're here to have a good time and celebrate one of your father's favorite people.

[marinaxhartley]

I think the music's blaring too loud, Blair, because I swear I heard you say you met your future husband at a club where he proceeded to kidnap you. Don't tell me this is a turn-on for you and him, oh my fucking fuck, it is.

[temptingly-blair]

Oh, you heard absolutely right. It's the whole 'being the King's assassin' job he had, where he was supposed to kill me, but never did. Which is a bummer because I was so ready to fuck him back then. Oh my god, it totally is a turn on– I'm thinking re-do.

[beatricexbaird]

"I detest the thought of anyone replacing my brother, but you are my new favorite drinking buddy." Beatrice watched in amused amazement as her mother beckoned a member of the waitstaff as easily as one does snapping their fingers, receiving both shots with enthusiasm before toasting the glasses in her mother's direction, "What a valuable life lesson, Mother Dearest." Bea took one shot and then the next in succession as instructed, releasing a small fit of coughing from the delicious scorch. It didn't drown out Sterling's grating voice or his smug face, but it helped. "Okay. Yep, another round." She waved over a different waiter, stealing two shots and downing them just as quickly as before. "Amazing, cool, I'm starting to feel it now."

[temptingly-blair]

"I won't tell him if you won't." Never in Blair's life would she have thought she would be alive long enough to be standing there, drinking shots with her husband's mini-me that reminded her so much of herself at times. Yet, it was happening– the rifts may have been life-altering, world-shattering, but her life truly began the moment that she was snatched away from her timeline. "If there's one thing I know, it's how to drink like my life depends on it," the princess grinned, drinking the shots in rapid succession before taking more off the tray that Bea had beckoned over; sipping on one while clutching the second in her hand. "At this rate, you're going to be passed out before you know it, honey."

[obediently-nyrinn]

Hopefully, the music isn't too loud for your liking and you don't see us as degenerates who've congregated for a very wholesome ceremony. It might be our last party for a while, though.

[temptingly-blair]

The music could be louder, but no one here is a degenerate– at least when people are mostly still sober. We'll see towards the end. Yeah, I heard some shit is brewing, I knew it wouldn't be quiet for long, so we might as well go out with a hoorah.

[cutthroatxramiel]

Ramiel released a breathy chuckle and nodded, squeezing past the few bodies standing between him and his wife just as he did back then. "Yes, right, I do remember something of that nature for our first meeting. Deja vu." He moved to situate himself behind the Princess, his hands coming to rest at her waist, "How about I show you the way I wanted the night to end and kidnap you again?" Without the disastrous results. The memory wiping, the panicking. The way Ram preferred the evening ended if he followed his desires.

[temptingly-blair]

It was never going to get old, the way her nerve endings set alight when her eyes rested on her husband. He could just be glancing at her, and she'd feel like the sole person with every look. "Deja vu, indeed," Blair murmured, her lips tipping into a smirk as Ramiel made his way to her; a hand moving to rest around his nape as she leaned against him, swaying gently to the music. "Well, how can I turn a night of intrigue down when you phrase it like that? Husband mine, you can kidnap me anytime."

[jealouslyxestella]

Honestly, I could use something stronger right now.

[temptingly-blair]

Race to see who gets hammered the quickest on these watered-down drinks they decided to serve?

[obediently-nyrinn]

I can't remember the last party I ever attended.

[temptingly-blair]

I've been to a few, but nothing as wholesome as celebrating a First. Mostly, it was seedy places where the music was too loud, and degenerates congregated.

[caelxdelacroix]

Yeah, I don't do well with parties.

I let someone get kidnapped at the last one.

[temptingly-blair]

Nothing like that is going to happen with the First family, the Foxwoods, and the King of Hell here. We're probably in one of the safest places we could be right now.

[marinaxhartley]

Totally agreed.

Okay, don't look now, but why is your hubby giving you the bedroom eyes from all the way over here?

[temptingly-blair]

Technically, we met at a club back in my timeline, and he was whipped enough that he couldn't kill me after kidnapping me. He realized I was too hot to handle and still am.

[beatricexbaird]

You, one hundred percent without a doubt, have sprung the best idea I've heard all night. Shots, please.

[temptingly-blair]

"I do have some brains in all this beauty– especially for cutting loose when we need it." Blair motioned for a nearby waiter to come closer with the tray they were carrying, taking two of the shots off and placing them into Bea's hands before taking two herself. "You always take two shots– one is to take the sting out of the second one so you actually taste the alcohol."

[sensiblyxmabel]

At least, it's fortunate you won't have to drive home then, Aunt Blair. You haven't seen my...mother anywhere, have you?

[temptingly-blair]

It's a massive perk, but I will still need to navigate the halls, so I will most likely be relying on Ram to lead us in the right direction. Your mom? Last I saw her, she was talking to her family. What was that pause for?

[cutthroatxramiel]

Both is good.

My darling Blair, how is it I am being beckoned all the more to my doom by your siren's song tonight?

[temptingly-blair]

I knew you were one smart cookie, my love.

Maybe it's because I'm irresistible, and even more so since seeing me in this sort of setting is like when we first met. Our own little meet-cute that was almost disastrous.

[divinely-helena]

I will drink and dance to that sentiment, sweetheart.

[temptingly-blair]

To be honest, you had Mabel at the perfect time, or else you'd only be able to participate in one of those events.

[temptingly-blair]

The best way to celebrate is to dance, drink, or both.