"Yeah." The fallen one said, offering him some. "Malibu in my experience is incredibly easy to drink. It goes down easy, but it'll get you as wasted as Bacardi or Smirnoff will. So go eady." He offered.
(I like how these two are complete opposites.)
Cicada looked at Razziel, "Got anything stronger?"
(No kidding)
Ryan takes the drink and takes a small sip. He smacks his lips, "It's got an interesting taste. I like it." he says, taking another swig.
The fallen one looks at Cicada, he reveals what looks like a stand for some decorations. It's tall, thick, square-ish, and made of intricately carved wood. He pulls a remote out of his pocket, and clicks it at the box. With a loud noise, it opened up, revealing various bottles. Jack Daniels, Tanqueray, Tequila Silver, Smirnoff, Grey Goose and a few other choice bottles.
"Anything but the four bottles in the back left corner, m'kay!"
He grabbed the tequila and poured himself a glass. Swilling it down.
Ryan looks at the bottles, humming in thought as he finishes his drink. "Have any vodka?" He asks curiously. He had found his fathers storage, but his father told him not to drink it. That was at the tender age of nine though.
Benji didn't feel comfortable in this place. The drinking, laughing, camaraderie. He didn't belong here. He sat down on the floor, holding his baseball bat in his lap.
"The Smirnoff over there. Or the Grey Goose… Whatever takes your fancy. I have German Chocolate Cake vodka, over there, but I don't recommend drinking any unless you intend on getting wasted out of your mind." The angel said. "And remember, don't mix dark and light, and drink lots of water , unless you intend to deal with a bad head tomorrow."
Raziel had already had an amount of alcohol. He himself had even mixed dark and light alcohol. But not only was he planning to get wasted, as a fallen angel, he had a superhuman mental and physical tolerance for alcohol.
Cicada walked over and pour her some German Chocolate Cake vodka. She drank it down, "Stupid high levels of alcohol tolerance."
"Hey, ditto." The angel said, walking behind her, and pouring it on his now empty glass. He drank it down.
Cicada chuckled, "Glad to know I'm not the only one."
He hums, nodding and going with the lighter stuff. He did want to get wasted. Gradually though.
Raziel headed towards Ryan again, patting him on the shoulder.
"How's the party?" He asks.
Ryan smiles, "It's great." He elbows the other in the side, "Thanks for inviting me, dude." he says happily.
Cicada looked around. Yeah this was tame compared to a demon's party, but it was pretty good nonetheless. She poured herself more vodka.
Raziel elbows him back.
"Hey, no problem." He paused. "So you haven't had a drink in your life?" he asked.
Ryan chuckles, looking down. "Nope. I've been isolated since I was a kid. It was about a month ago when my dad finally let me go to a school." He smiles up at the other, getting a second drink.
"Oh," The fallen one said, pouring some more chocolate cake. "How about some music, guys!" Razz offered. "Suggestions?"
"Rock!" Cicada suggested, "Like anything rock."
"That's my girl!" Raziel said, immediately queuing Highway to Hell at lightspeed. He put it in the loudspeakers.
Ryan starts at the music, but taps his feet with the beat. He was already feeling a bit fuzzy in the head, due to the fact that he had never drunken in his life and he just had his fourth drink. He could really hold his liquor for a newbie.
Raziel pours himself some of the Malibu. It wasn't going very fast, and he figured it needed to be drank anyway.
Cicada sighed. This felt a bit better. Her foot tapped to the music and she drank some more.
Ryan hums, his eyes drooping a bit as he giggles quietly to himself.
The fallen one drank the last few inches off the Malibu, and moved into the chocolate cake again. He hit his vape. Any human that had drank as much as he had, would probably be in the bathroom, huddled on the toilet, with someone holding their ears.
Ryan leans on the fallen, giggling softly.
"What's up, pal?" Raziel asks, he blinks a few times, starting to get fuzzy.
Ryan lets out a belt of laughter, his head really fuzzy. He hums looking up at the other. His cheeks were a bright red and his eyes glazed over.
Cicada looked at the two as she poured herself another drink, "Are you two drunk already?"
"Having fun, are we?" Raziel asked, suggestively. He took a few shots of tequila. Then looked towards the demoness.
"I'm not drink yet, although I should be…" He said.
"I'm drunk and gay af." He says, falling back and looking at the female. He laughs a bit before draping an arm around the other.