The Drinking Game

[Nasira]

January 3

Nasira took a seat on one of the silk pillows encompassing a square coffee table as Perthmail poured vodka into several shot glasses.

"How do you play 'Two Truths and a Lie?'" Nasira asked purely for the sake of exposition as Perthmail would have most likely gone over the rules when he announced what they were going to play. 

[Perthmail]

Drinks were poured in quick succession, moving to hand each table member a shot glass of Vodka. A wide grin seemed to grow on his face at the question that Nasira brought forth. "Well, it's easy~" He said in an almost sing-song way. "You state three things about yourself. Two are true, one is not," He leaned back in his chair with his drink, looking at the clear liquid. "Everyone around the table gets to guess which is true and what is not but only one guess. Those who get it wrong when the lie is revealed, have to take a drink. That sound simple enough?"

[Kattz]

Kattz wasn’t what he would consider a “partier”. He was more partial to lounge settings, fancying himself a very sophisticated werecat. Normally, he wouldn’t be caught dead entertaining himself with something as crass as drinking games. He’d only shown up to casually drink, but the social pressure to stick around and participate was too much for him. The huge man sat on the floor, legs crossed, with his elbow resting on a knee and his chin resting in his hand. Closing his eyes, he began to scratch his neatly trimmed beard.

“I guess,” he grouched.

[Nasira]

Nasira nodded. "Yeah, that's pretty straightforward," she agreed. She took her shot glass from Perthmail and set it on a red mandala coaster. Nasira almost never drank hard liquor; she preferred something that got her drunk steadily - like wine. 

"The youngest should go first," Nasira suggested. "We can go clockwise from there."

[Dr. Facilier]

“Well, if we’re playin’ with Alastor here, we might be the youngest ones, Nasira.”

Facilier materialized from the shadows of the columns that held up the room they were in, followed by a strange, even thinner man with long dark hair. The most notable thing about him were his sunken eyes, which were deep scarlet. When the duocorn had left Olympus, he still retained the power to create illusions, particularly that of a human.

“Alastor told me there would be some alcohol here tonight, and I couldn’t pass it up, for old times’ sake. What are y’all servin’ here, bourbon?” Facilier asked, holding up the bottle.

“It looks like vodka.” Alastor said, tilting his head, and looking towards the shot glasses. He took a seat next to Kattz, while Facilier sat next to Nasira.

As much as he tried to portray himself as a person of a higher class, he couldn’t forget those times when he and Mortaray had stolen moonshine and told endless stories during the hot and humid Louisiana summer nights. A part of him hoped the skinwalker would join them.

“Is anyone else joinin’ our little party here?” Facilier asked, eager to get on with the drinking game.

[Perthmail]

His wide grin never seemed to flatter for an instant as Facilier and Alastor arrived. He shrugged his shoulders almost idly at Facilier's question, pouring two more drinks and sliding them over to the two. "Not that I know of, I think Mort's off doing some perimeter checks for the night." At least that's what he recalled Mortaray saying, it was mostly the skinwalker complaining about doing all this extra work that should have been divided up between all the Overseers but one of them wasn't pulling their weight like they should.

Scar was his name, wasn't it?

Ah well, it wasn't his business to poke his nose into.

He flicked his gaze towards Alastor, trying to recall if he had seen the other at the gathering. He thought he did, but was not one hundred percent certain. "Shall we begin?"

[Edgar]

"Ohhh my my my," a very deep voice drawled with a lilt.

Edgar walked into the room, one hand in the pocket of his slacks, "I was walking by and see a little pow-wow here."

The Jerrah-bashi approached the table, his long spider-like hands coming to rest on the edge of the table. His face cracked into his trademark too-wide smile. His Piss-yellow teeth came in so many different sizes and jutted out in so many angles, no two looked the same.

"May I join?" His fingers drummed, all eight, one after the other from pinkie to pinkie and back again, "I could use a drink~"

[Dr. Facilier]

Violet eyes turned in the direction of the newcomer. Unfortunately for Facilier, it wasn’t Mortaray. His heart sank just a little bit as Perthmail told him that the skinwalker had been assigned to perimeter checks for the night.

As Edgar joined them, both he and Alastor watched the other intently. Facilier had never met the jerrah-bashi before, but for all the dark magic he messed with, this man made his skin crawl. His smile was abnormally wide.

“I’m guessin’ this is everybody then. Let’s start, I need a drink after all that training Maleficent put us through.” Facilier said. His shadow crept out once more, slinking slowly towards Edgar’s own shadow, as if it was curious to examine the other one.

[Kattz]

Kattz had stopped scratching his beard and instead leaned in slightly, with one arm resting on his upper leg and the other holding a shot glass which was nearly comically small compared to his hand. He seemed to have checked out, or at least didn’t hear anything that warranted him turning his head. Why would he bother looking if nothing was interesting to him? He was a cat after all.

“If it’s going by age,” he grumbled suddenly, blinking slowly and straightening his back, “I’m 109.”

[Nasira]

Edgar made Nasira feel uneasy. A sinister ambience stuck to the chief surgeon like a sickness, and, like Facilier, he made her skin crawl as though she were covered in ants. Maybe it was because she was a necromancer that Nasira could feel it so strongly, but she had a hunch the rest could feel his dark aura too. It almost seemed like a cruel joke to have Edgar be their only doctor. But first impressions were often entirely wrong, so Nasira resolved to hold off on judging him - for now.

"I'm forty-two," she conceded, not at all fazed by Kattz's apparent age. As far as ghouls go, Kattz was young. Nasira had met ghosts who had passed all the way back when the planet still had one continent.