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|title=     Happy Hour -OR- Just Where Did You Pull That Out Of?
|summary=   Tenebris, Noah and Ciaran discuss things over drinks. Tenebris shows off a magic trick.
|world=     Sangria
|location=  Port-Au-Feu
|location2= Sylvan Court
|type=      Social
|plot=      Into the Woods Plot
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Walking in the place, Tenebris gives a casual impression of someone who's been here dozens of times before. He doesn't try to appear as if he owns the place, since after all he wants to be treated like a guest; owning a club is always more trouble than simply paying it patronage.

Tonight, he's dressed in a form-hugging shirt, as always practically open to the waist, in a metallic deep red. His pants accent all his best features, black and either tucked into boots or just flowing seamlessly to the eye. It's a perfect match of colour and texture, as if it had stolen the light hitting it. But that's okay, because that shirt really uses every bit of the light.

He strolls farther in and spots a bar, heading in that direction. That's where people will be.

Noah is sitting at the bar, sipping on what looks like a fruity drink, but just happens to be pineapple juice mixed with carrot juice. He looks over to Tenebris as he walks in and approaches the bar, blinking a few times. "Hello, again," he greets quietly, silver eyes settled on the fellow as he takes in his visage. He's wearing his animated cloud t-shirt and jeans, along with his strappy, minimalist sandals, and the scent of sandalwood and vanilla lingers on his flesh.

Ciaran's still trying to figure out how to make himself useful at the Sylvan Court. Which means, for the moment, he's not doing much of anything. Seated on a barstool at one corner of the bar, he's kind of staring off into space in the general direction of the wine glasses. Lost in thought, he chews on his lower lip and hums softly to himself. He was sitting not far from Noah, so when the other young man turns and addresses Tenebris, the sound of Noah's voice kind of snaps him out of it. His gaze shifts, taking in Teneberis' presence and an easy smile comes to his lips. "Well, look who it is. How's it going, Ten?"

Ten. What a curious abbreviation to him. He visibly rolls it around in his mind for a moment, still smiling his thin but genuine smile, looking pleased to see the other two men he knows. "Hello, both of you! I thought I'd come by and see what all the fuss was about, and I have to say..." He lifts a hand and swings it around, gesturing to their surroundings and all the splendour of the decor. "I'm impressed. This is a truly wondrous place. You can really feel the magic, can't you?" Not yet sitting at the bar, he nonetheless steps up to it and leans his other hand onto it. "What would you recommend? Something I can't get anywhere else."

Noah looks over to Ciaran and offers a bashful smile to the Fae. "It's quite a nice place," Noah mentions as he sips at his umbrella drink. "I'm quite partial to blended juices. This is pineapple mixed with carrot," he says, looking back over to Ciaran, then to Tenebris once more.

"It is nice to see you've made it around. I hope that you are well after...the other night. It was quite an event," he says as he nibbles his lower lip and looks down at his drink.

Ciaran lets out a laugh at Teneberis' question, though it’s not quite clear what was so funny about what the other man said. Biting his lower lip, he waggles his eyebrows at Tenebris. "Oh, there are lots of things one can get at the Sylvan Court that they can't anywhere else." Glancing over at Noah as he tells Tenebris what he's drinking, Ciaran draws a finger over one of the menus of popular drinks that's propped up on the bar. In a much lower voice, he says "Not sure you'll find them on the drink menu, though." That cryptic statement made, Ciaran hops up from his chair and walks to a table farther on the edge and away from others. Taking a seat, he beckons both men to come with a finger. So secretive!

"Of course! I'm well and ready to put an end to the thing." Tenebris keeps up his smile, not even a moment of faltering. He's attentive to listen to the other two as they tell him about the various pleasures that this magical place offers, and when Ciaran changes seats, he casually pushes off the bar and walks over to join him. Drawing out a chair in a graceful arc, he lowers himself into it like a cat. "Do tell," he charges Ciaran, grinning and leaning forward, closer to him. "Your people and mine are close enough for horseshoes, so it's always a joy to discover exciting new things."

Noah blinks a few more times in surprise, then looks around discretely before slipping off of his stool and taking his drink over to meet with Ciaran, whom he sits next to and awkwardly smiles at. "I...didn't mean to speak of it so casually," he says as he clears his throat and rubs his fingertips over the table. HIs attention slips over to Tenebris as he sits and speaks, a curious look crossing the witch's face. "Who are your people?" he asks quietly, sipping again at his juice.

Letting out a laugh, Ciaran shakes his head faintly. "That's not what I plan on talking about." There's an amusement in his eyes, though, as he teases Tenebris. Noah's question earns an arched brow from Tenebris. "Noah asks a good question, there's still not much we know about you. Don't suppose you'd care to share?" His demeanor changes slightly a moment later as he purses his lips, leaning forward a bit and crossing his arms on the table in front of him.

"The other day," Ciaran begins, "I ran into a pair of fellows with an interesting story. At the Hidden Grove, actually." Glancing at Noah, he arches a brow. "I swear, you've bewitched the place to have all the interesting conversations." Turning back to Tenebris, Ciaran continues "They ran into something in the woods as well. Something /different/ than what we did. Not the same level as we encountered, something less. But nonetheless dangerous. Brownies, or something of the sort, and poisonous on top of that." Shuddering, he adds "I actually felt traces of the poison on one of them. It hadn't fully left his system, though I think it was harmless at this point." Narrowing his eyes at the men, he repeats "Poison. That's new."

"Hm. Well, that goes with the modus operandi," Tenebris replies, once he's had a moment to mull it over. "The presence of something like an Abomination would upset the natural order. It might provoke normally otherwise peaceful creatures to violence. It's like..." he frowns momentarily, before he seems to come to a conclusion. "It's like anxiety. Normally, people can deal with small enough levels of anxiousness, stress, and angst. But when it comes in force, it can make people act in ways they don't normally. Everything seems wrong, and nothing can quite make it right. And the fallout from that can make things worse, which makes it better for the Abomination, because that's how it thrives."

The man chuckles, though, after that. With a wave of a hand, he settles into his seat more and crosses one leg on the other. "We can talk more, once you provide me with the most delightful drink you know here. I'm parched, and I must be satisfied. So...Ciaran, Noah..."

Noah leans toward Ciaran and rests his head on the fellow's arm for a moment while he listens to Tenebris, his silver eyes resting neutrally upon the stranger. At the mention of the Hidden Grove from Ciaran, Noah sits up straight and shyly smiles. "I haven't done anything to the place, to be honest. I just try to keep a positive atmosphere there," he says with a little shrug. He's, at least, mostly being truthful, though he can't help what sort of magicks might shed off of him when he's concentrating. Or, well, not concentrating.

Noah hums softly as he listens to Ciaran, a little frown on his face. "That...sounds troublesome. I hope the fellows were safe," he says as he sighs softly. "I wouldn't want to run into one of those things alone, and I probably, maybe, have a chance, at least." Noah breathes in deeply and lets out a soft sigh, then makes his way to the bar to fetch something for Tenebris.

Ciaran seems to think the question over for a minute. "Okay, I'll be right back." Smiling mischievously, he stands up and walks over to the bar and says something to the bartender. Walking back with two glasses, he sets them down in front of Tenebris. "One of these is a Manhattan, which is just bourbon, vermouth and bitters. The other one is Voodoo Revenge, which is two types of rum - coconut and pineapple - with orange, cranberry and pineapple juice." The Manhattan is garnished with a brandied cherry and the Revenge with an orange slice, so it’s easy to tell them apart. "Take your pick, I'll have the other."

Sitting down, Ciaran doesn't wait to see which Tenebris chooses before continuing his story. "They were both okay, mostly. The one guy had a scar that will hopefully heal over without any permanent marking, but it's hard to tell with poison like that." Shrugging, he adds "They said they would keep in touch with me. I told them they could find me here. No sign of 'em yet, but it was kind of a challenging conversation to have. So I'm not surprised."

"Manhattans are more my style." Tenebris answers, reaching out...and choosing the Voodoo Revenge. "That's why I think I should have this one. I'm surprised, though. I would have thought you'd have fairy wine here." He smiles just slightly more, lifting his glass to Ciaran. "What shall we drink to? Once Noah's back with his choice." The man glances to watch the progress being made. Surely it won't be long.

Noah returns after a few moments to settle a glass down in front of Tenebris, a matching glass in front of Ciaran, and a third glass in front of his spot. "This is a recipe my cousins down south use. It is a Bloody Mary. Tomato juice and vodka blended together with the traditional celery stalk, lemon juice, Tabasco, black pepper, a taste of cumin, a hint of cayenne pepper, three green olives and three pickled green beans for garnish, all served chilled," he says as he smiles cheerfully. "It is...quite spicy, but one of my go-to drinks. The vegetables make it healthy, so you can have more of them before you start getting tipsy." That's quite untrue, but Noah looks quite pleased, perhaps playful, or at least just happy.

Ciaran looks from the Manhattan to the Bloody Mary, his tongue sliding out to tap his upper lip thoughtfully. "Decisions, decisions," he murmurs softly. "I think I'll try Noah's Bloody Mary. I'm more of a vodka than a bourbon person." Sliding the Manhattan back across the table to Tenebris, he winks and says "You can have this one next." Is Ciaran trying to get Tenebris drunk? Nah... In response to an earlier question of Tenebris', Ciaran responds "I only know what the bartenders tell me. If we have anything else, I wouldn't have the faintest idea." He says this with the straightest, most innocent expression ever on his face.

As he takes a sip of the vodka, Ciaran leans forward again. "I think there might be another one of those creatures in the woods, Tenebris. Something spawning others like it. And I get the impression this one might be venomous. I haven't gone venturing myself to try and find the poisonous creatures, I'm waiting to see if the pair contact me with info about where they ran across them."

Tenebris brightens immediately, all the way to deep in his eyes, which gleam with excitement over Noah's choice. "Brilliant! I love how different a bloody mary can be made, and that sounds like an absolutely exquisite one." He takes the glass in his other hand, sliding it closer to him, and picks off one of the beans as garnish, bringing it to his lips and crunching through it. Then he finishes it, smiling to the others. "To absent friends, then. That's always a reliable toast." He picks up the bloody mary and raises it, along with the Voodoo Revenge, before taking one sip of one, then one of the other. "Mm."

Slowly, gradually, he settles into easier comfort with the pair, setting his glasses down and taking inventory. He seems to have three stout drinks awaiting him, and that satisfies him just fine. "Yes, it's unquestionable that's the case. There's the main Abomination. It's had ripples, repercussions, but it won't be as easy to get rid of as the other thing. That was young, not particularly tough. It hadn't had time to settle in." He smacks his lips, then licks them, picking up the bloody mary for another sip. "As for my people, I'm a War Witch -- which I'm not sure anyone's heard of here -- and I'm contracted with the demoness Mandra. Demons and Abominations are archfoes, and it's my duty to wipe them out wherever I find them. That's why I had to take part in your expedition."

Noah takes a sip of his own bloody Mary and shivers slightly from the cold drink, finding it pleasing as it compliments the heat of the drink, taking a pickled green bean to munch on quite happily. As Tenebris makes a toast, Noah finds it favorable and lifts his glass, then sips from is yet again. As he settles the glass back down on the table before him, he looks to Ciaran and settles his hand on Ciaran's hand, squeezing it lightly as he nods. "I'm sure they'll be fine, then," he asserts calmly.

Noah looks to Tenebris curiously, listening to the fellow as he speaks. "Then...you are also a witch," he murmurs thoughtfully. "Though...if you are meant to hunt down demons and abominations, why are you allied with a demoness?" Noah looks to Ciaran, as if seeking explanation from someone, but then looks back to Tenebris and sips at his drink.

Mention of him being a War Witch and Mandra causes Ciaran's eyes to widen just a bit. "A demoness? I never would have guessed. And you're right, I've never heard of your kind." Frowning faintly, Ciaran bites his lower lip softly. "I don't know how many more things are out there, but my loyalty to the Spring Court and appointment as custodian of this area on their behalf means I have to do something about them as well." Noah's question causes Ciaran to ponder. "I think he means that abominations are archfoes to the demons, and that is why he has to kill them. Abominations. Not the demons. Am I right? Though that begs the question on what your stance is with respect to demons other than the one with whom you are contracted." Not that Ciaran knows any demons. But still, he's curious.

Tenebris frowns softly and looks right at Noah as the young man confuses everything he thought he clearly stated. Fortunately, Ciaran covers the clarification necessary. "Yes. I'm contracted with a demoness, and demons are the fiercest enemies with the Abominations. They hate each other. Demons have done more than anyone to oppose the Abominations." He reaches out to pick up his Voodoo Revenge, setting down the bloody mary. "Unfortunately, we can't really kill Abominations forever, but we can banish them, and that's enough for now. Maybe we'll find something, one day, to rid us of them once and for all."

Noah blinks slowly as he looks between the two, then shakes his head a few times as he takes yet another sip of his bloody Mary. "Ah, I misunderstood! Then...you are not a demon, right? I don't know that I've actually met one, though...hmmm..." Noah looks contemplative for a moment, then takes a deep breath. "Perhaps...we could...send them to outside of the universe. That is where...abominations come from, right? I know that there are some things that are...outside. Outsiders." He licks his lips and looks to Ciaran dopily. It seems fair Noah might be a light-weight.

Ciaran takes another sip of his Bloody Mary, shrugging a shoulder. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I don't really know any demons, but I know enough that there's no such thing as white or black with them. They're a bit on the darker side when it comes to morality, but it's a spectrum not an absolute." Reaching over, he settles his hand over Noah's in a gesture that's meant to be comforting, but also a little protective. "Banishing them sounds like as good a plan as any. Is that what happened to the one we defeated? It took chopping off half its tentacles and trying to shove it in a hole using a burning tree to make it vanish. Are they all that... resilient?"

"Not yet, in any case." Tenebris chuckles, perhaps joking, perhaps serious to some extent. Who knows how these things can work with the magic that exists in the universes? But he switches out drinks again, sipping while the others talk, listening as they say what they will say, and waiting patiently to answer anything that he can. The rest, he files away for later perusal, when it may be directly relevant to the moment. "Abominations and Outsiders are, we believe, related in some way. They may well be the exact same thing, we're not entirely sure. They're so chaotic, it's hard to pin anything of them down. And yes, they're all that resilient. Most of them are much tougher than that." He takes another little sip. "Mm. That is an absolutely perfect bloody mary, and I love this voodoo revenge. Excellent choices, both of you. You really have good palates."

Noah looks over to Ciaran and smiles quite dopily toward him, leaning over to kiss his cheek, then down over the side of his neck before pulling away with blushing cheeks. He finishes his bloody Mary in another two or three gulps, then begins to munch on another pickled green bean. He smiles to Tenebris, too, as his palate is complimented, and he reaches over to stroke over the fellow's arm, his fingertips warm and tingling.

"I know we'll figure it out if we work at it long enough, and hard enough, and find new books on the matter. Or....old books. New old books," he reasons, then waving a hand over his empty glass as he murmurs a sing-song word or two, the bloody Mary bubbling up from the bottom to refill the glass.

Ciaran nods thoughtfully at Teneberis' explanation. "Interesting. I'll have to keep that in mind." As Noah speaks, he adds "The gentlemen I ran into said they were going to try to research the things a bit more on their side, to figure out if they can turn up any leads on how to find the things, or get rid of them, or anything really." Noah's behavior earns a rather bemused smirk from Ciaran. "Well aren't you just tipsy already." Sipping his Bloody Mary, clearly pacing himself, he watches as Noah magically makes more. He clucks his tongue at the younger witch, but doesn't say much beyond that. Turning his attention back to Teneberis, he says "I'm glad you're enjoying the drinks. Apparently, Noah is as well." He takes another sip.

"Fortunately, I have access to a truly world-class library." Tenebris seemingly apropos of nothing stands to full height, setting his glass down on the way up. He moves, again, gracefully like he did in the forest. It's not a lot of movement, but it seems to have some point and some purpose. And surely enough, the pose he ends on has his arms flexed up and his hands at his shoulders...where he then pulls a massive tome from and sets it down with surprising gentleness on the table. "Gentlemen, the Libris Omnis. Of course, the library at Rowanwood rivals even Mandra's, I'd say. So we'll have that too."

Noah wiggles in his seat, beaming toward Ciaran as he sips at his newly-refreshed drink. "I'm just...enjoying myself. Loosening up, so to speak." He wriggles further in his seat, his leg brushing against Ciaran's as he looks down at his drink and listens to the pair speak. He looks up in time to notice there's a large tome on the table, and his eyes widen as he leans toward it. "This is...quite the large tome! Where did it come from?" he asks, looking to Tenebris with his eyes still wide.

Ciaran's eyes bug out at the display of magic. "Wow, that's some parlor trick," he mutters under his breath. As Tenebris settles the book on the table in front of them, Ciaran glances at Noah affectionately. "I'm curious about the answer to that question as well." He runs his fingers through Noah's hair affectionately with one hand while the other taps the table with his index finger. "Hopefully there's more information in there. Wait, did you say Rowanwood?" Pursing his lips thoughtfully, Ciaran adds "Come to think of it, those guys mentioned Rowanwood. And other witches. Is there some kind of connection?" he asks of Tenebris. Clearly Ciaran is not Up To Date on things outside of his own Court. Or the wilderness.

"Magic, of course." Tenebris winks so casually, and he extends a finger to tap the side of his nose, then his chin, before opening the vast book at his fingertips. "This book has access to my library back home in the Abyss," he explains. "Mandra's library. Which makes this a very voluminous volume indeed. And there are some books there on the Abominations, so perhaps we could use some of the knowledge here to help us all co-ordinate."

The words just appear on the page, and he slides it slightly closer to Noah, turning himself to Ciaran. "Yes, Rowanwood. Lady Nessa Du Valle is one of the greatest witches in the universe...no matter which universe we're referring to. Rowanwood is a bastion of hope, but perhaps more important than that at the moment is that it's also a repository of great knowledge in the form of her library."

Noah hums softly, then nods. "Rowanwood is...well-known among witches. Do you know Ms. Snow? She is also quite well-known. She has very...red hair." Noah nods thoughtfully, grinning back over to Ciaran as he rubs over his arm affectionately, nearly nuzzling his head against Ciaran's hand as he plays with his hair. "I think that...I have a few unique books, but only one or two. I could check my family's tome, though, see if there's anything helpful."

Rolling his eyes, Ciaran grumbles out "Well /that's/ a given. Magic. Hmph." He doesn't say much else as Teneberis begins going over the words on the page. "So Rowanwood is where the witches are. Got it." He nods in understanding. "Always good to know where your allies are, and all that." Leaning back a bit, he runs his tongue over his lip. "So you have access to a demoness' library and it sounds like the other gents are going to go picking at Rowanwood's. We're bound to turn up info on how to get rid of these things, then, I'd hope."

Shrugging, Ciaran adds "Right now I'd settle for figuring out where it is, making all these offspring to harass us." Like a large, tentacled monstrosity. He continues to caress Noah's curls as he speaks. "If you want to look in your family's stuff as well, Noah, I'm sure it would be appreciated. Even if we can't necessarily find information on the abominations, the stuff they're spawning needs to be dealt with."

There's a single shake of Tenebris's head to answer, though he doesn't seem upset by the lack of acquaintance. "I'll have to meet her sometime. But I'd advise you do just that. Sometimes the things we don't think of prove to be the most valuable in a pinch." His smile widens to Ciaran's reaction, though, and probably also Ciaran's suggestion of much the same thing. "I believe the witches are also occupying the Hotel Oktober, but I haven't been there yet. They may have access to other resources that I don't know about. We can find this thing. We *will* find it, together."
 
"Yes, I'll go through my family's books and see if I can find anything," Noah agrees while bobbing his head, seeming to be quite tipsy indeed. He kisses at Ciaran's cheek and laughs happily, then reaches forward to stroke over Tenebris's arm, if allowed. "I don't know anything about Hotel Oktober, but I've definitely heard of Rowanwood. I don't know how to get there, but...I know it exists." He seems sheepish about his lack of knowledge. "To be truthful, I don't personally know very many other witches. Though....there are a few I've made friends with on Witchstagram," he says with a warm smile on his ace.

Ciaran eyes Noah sideways as the boy is /clearly/ more than tipsy. "Do you think that's enough alcohol for you, my dear?" The mention of a Hotel earns a shrug. "Yeah, there seem to be a lot of witches around that I'm not familiar with, either. Otis mentioned something about them. Werewolves, too, if I'm not mistaken. Though I know even less about those." Normal wolves, sure. /Were/wolves? Nope. Not Ciaran's expertise.

"Ten," Ciaran says a little tipsy himself, "I'm really glad we ran into you. Quite lucky. I get the feeling, and I've learned to trust my feelings about nature, that another one of those things is already in the woods. It's not just corrupting the plant life this time, it's making whole new threats. We have put the end in it." He pauses, thinking of what he just said. "An end to it." Yeah, that's better.

"It's a few streets over. Beautiful place, a little hard to find." Tenebris pleasantly looks to Noah as he speaks. "Witchstagram! I haven't heard of that one. Is there an app?" He breaks into a grin, not at all objecting to being touched. It's not like his clothes suffer for it. They always seem to hang just right on his aesthetically-tempered form.

The platinum-haired man turns his brilliant smile to Ciaran, then, and as he seats himself again, he lifts his bloody mary in a salute. "We'll get it. I'm glad to have met you all too...and Otis, of course." He nods thoughtfully, gazing up and around at the truly beautiful decor of the club. "There's a lovely big tree I'm going to want to climb."

Noah shifts over to squeeze in onto Ciaran's lap, nearly straddling him in semi-sloppy, way less graceful motions than Tenebris's movements. "Hey...hey...," he says as he rests his hands on each of Ciaran's cheeks, his silver eyes gazing deeply into the Fae's. "We're going to fix this, and everything will turn out okay. You have....nothing to worry about." He kisses Ciaran on the lips, softly, but firmly, then adjusts himself until he's sitting in Ciaran's lap, but facing Tenebris, mumbling all the while.

"Mmm, can't have...boyfriend worried and such...so worried about...outside...grummmblmbmm....." Once he's adjusted, Noah smiles and pats the table. "Now, yes, we were...saying...about....oh! Yes, do you like climbing trees, too? I also enjoy such things, when I am able to. It is nice to...take care of business, and then take time to not worry about such things for a moment, to enjoy the moment, the time locked in space, our world frozen in a snowglobe." There's a far-away look in Noah's eyes as his hips wiggle and his legs swing under the tables.

Ciaran nods along, looking slightly more and more dazed as he keeps drinking his Bloody Mary. Not /too/ dazed, but he does mix a few things up. "Otis is a bear, not a tree," he says out of reflex on the last statement. Then he pauses, looks around, and adds "Oh, I mean, yes the decor here is quite lovely. It was one of the first things that called to me about this place." Good save, Ciaran! Hopefully. Then Noah is squirming onto his lap and he's being kissed.

At first Ciaran's a little surprised, but then his face changes to one of tender affection and he kisses the witch back. As Noah changes position, Ciaran reaches around to wrap an arm around the witch's waist. "Sorry, I guess he's more than just a little tipsy," Ciaran says to Tenebris. "I agree with that, though. We're going to find these things. And we're going to send them packing." He kisses the top of Noah's head. Winking at Tenebris, he adds "And yes it's an app, I think. You'll have to ask him when he's sober, but he's mentioned it before."

Tenebris seems utterly amused about all of this, but he keeps it cool and understated as usual. Remarkably, he doesn't appear to be nearly as inebriated as the other two are, but then he's also been taking his time with the drinks. He gingerly reaches over to collect the Libris Omnis and sets it in his lap, for now. "Do you boys need help getting home, or are you here for the long haul? Because I could certainly stand to sample more of this fine mixologist's best examples, and you boys look like you're having a wonderful time."

Noah snuggles back against Ciaran while digging around in one of his pockets, producing his phone after a while. He fiddles with it, then holds it out to show Tenebris a video of Noah drawing on his arm with a marker, then holding up his arm to the camera to show the drawing of two stick people tossing a ball back and forth, fully animated. "That was a spell I was working on," he says with a slight slur to his words. "I can...teach you how to download it. There's a set of runes to access it," he explains, then looking between the pair.

"We could take some drinks up to the room! We could have a room party, like...rock stars! But without harming the decor, probably. Oh, I can show you the....I have a book, but I need to...fill it with....information."

Ciaran adjusts Noah in his lap and rests his chin on the other boy's head. He watches as Noah manages to get his phone out and shows the video to Tenebris. "I use my phone to text and call the people I stay with and know here," Ciaran adds with a shrug. "I haven't the faintest idea about any apps like this, but he seems rather taken with it." As Noah mentions the room and a book, Ciaran shakes his head in Tenebris' direction. "I live here, upstairs, actually. No need for us to drive or be driven anywhere. So whenever we're done I'll just take him upstairs with me and let him pass out." There's the faintest smile on his lips. "I'll have to remember he can't hold very much alcohol in him next time." With his index finger he boops Noah on the nose.

With delight, Tenebris clasps his hands together. "I love it. Well, once he's sober again, we'll talk about this...Witchstagram. It could prove very useful indeed for what we're going to do." Looking between the pair, he eases back in his seat and takes up one of his drinks, to nurse idly whilst he watches them do what they will. If they need it, they'll surely take the opportunity for privacy. Otherwise, he can enjoy the floor show. "Really a splendid place. I can't imagine not spending a huge amount of time here. But you know, there are *so* many places in Port-Au-Feu that are really gorgeous. Have you been to the Waterfall Disco? It's spectacular."

Noah nuzzles his soft hair under Ciaran's chin, wriggling happily in the fellow's lap. "I use it to keep in touch with some of my cousins, and meet new witches. I haven't met many new ones in this area, but...well, I've met you, now, so we're friends, and that's really great." Noah doesn't seem -quite- so drunk, perhaps, but seems to be enjoying his tipsiness. "I still say we should show Tenebris the room, and have a room party, and...W-Waterfall Disco?" Noah blinks in surprise at Tenebris, grinning at the fellow as he reaches over to pat at his arms excitedly. "That sounds so nice! I don't really dance, but it sounds so nice, doesn't it, Ciaran? Do you dance?"

Ciaran chuckles at Noah's excitement. He shakes his head at Tenebris. "I've never been to it, no. I've heard it mentioned, though, and I think I really need to go see it now." Rubbing his cheek against Noah's face, he adds "I'm not really an expert at dancing, but I like to think I move well enough that I won't look absolutely ridiculous? Depends on the dance I suppose. There were festivals back at the Court that I attended."

Ciaran clucks his tongue at Noah talking about the room again. "Noah, you know the room upstairs is in a private area. It's for residents only. Do you want to get me in trouble?" His tone is teasing and affectionate, but firm. Shifting his weight, he adjusts Noah on his lap as he does so. "He's so eager to make new friends. I'm glad you two are getting along."

"I'll have to take you sometime." Tenebris looks over the other two, and then he seems to decide upon something. Drawing himself up to his feet again, he takes the two glasses that he'd started and, each in turn, finishes them with one hefty gulp. He must be a force to be reckoned with in drinking contests! He sets the empty glasses down -- where did the giant book go? Perhaps returned from whence it came whilst he was still sitting. He smiles slightly and inclines his head to the others.

Then he turns and, with a wave over his shoulder, makes his way out the same way he came in. He won't complicate matters, not tonight at least. That'll be for another night to address who can go where in this place. He's certainly had his interest piqued.
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