Milli-timed to Tuesday the 28th - New Orleans Mardi Gras

[mogget_cat]

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -

"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...



(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)

Comments

[just_cant_lose]

'You hope he's already fallen.'

Will might have been 'better' than Sherlock was, before Hannibal got his hands on him. God knows where he'll end up. Jim doesn't care. He only cares about the man he's leaning against.

'But if he has, you'll have him forever.'

[mightbeagoodone]

"Some things are just inevitable."

Like accepting your other half is also your dark half.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal nods. "Like the connection between him and me," he says. "The only question is: Who, in the end, will push and who will pull?"

[just_cant_lose]

Jim grins.

'Just take it in turns, darling. Everyone wins.'

What, like he wasn't going to take that invitation? Set up an innuendo, Hannibal, and Jim will not back away.

[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock huffs and murmurs, "You're rough," as he kisses Jim's hair.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal actually rolls his eyes at the way Jim willingly took up his invitation.

But he smiles fondly at the mere thought, too.

[just_cant_lose]

'Queen Bitch, baby,' he murmurs back to Sherlock, and grins at Hannibal's eyeroll.

'And maybe we should leave you high and dry on that delicious thought, Hannibal. You're quite obviously enjoying it.'

He is so gone. It is so funny.

'What do you think, Sherlock? Time to dance?'

[mightbeagoodone]

"It is," Sherlock says.

"Enjoy the parade, Hannibal."

[cook_the_rude]

"Thank you," Hannibal says. "Enjoy yourselves, too!"

[just_cant_lose]

'Always, darling.'

Of course, always. Jim grins, slips out from Sherlock's arm and disappears into the crowd, tugging him along after him.