[i]No wings. No wings! Oh shit no wings![/i]

Parry kicked feebly against the midnight air, trying to get purchase on something, anything, to pull himself back up. Of course his legs were too short to reach the wall of the building and brace himself. When Rikive reached over the railing to give him a hand up, Parry extended his right arm to her- and quickly lost his grip as Big and Ugly grabbed Rikive from behind. The little bit of lift she'd given Parry did mean he had to brace himself when gravity tried to pull him back to its sweet, serene embrace.

So Parry was left dangling again his life flashing before his eyes ([i]So many men and women, so little time[/i]) while 600 people watched him kick and scream futilely and stood transfixed by the fight. 

Rikive did manage to put Parry's attacker into a duplex hold, then launch him through the open door (kudos- throwing through the glass would've been more flashy but a hundred times more expensive) over the partygoers heads, and into the far wall by the penthouse elevator.

Game. Set. Match.

Dear sweet baby Odin, he was soon happy to see Rikive over the railing's edge. Smug? A little. But as she hoisted him over the railing Parry had to fall on his knees and give her leather-booted feet a kiss and hug her around both ankles.

"Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" He shrieked. Then the DJ scratched a record, snapping Parry out of his gratefulness, and bringing his mind back to business.

"ALRIGHT!" HE yelled at the assembled mob of supernaturals and humans. Seeming to collect himself and without bothering to dust the dirt and granite off his expensive silk shirt, Parry strode into the packed ballroom and flipped the light switch, turning off the special party decor and putting the regular house lights on- to the dismay of groaning supernatural partygoers. "When someone tries to murder me at my own party, I call it a night. Everybody GO HOME!"

He extended a finger, pointing at Rikive. "Except you. You get to stay and eat cheese." And Parry promptly pointed to the empty mahogany throne. "Up there."

The downside of ordering all the partygoers to leave at once was the fact that the three humans who escorted Rikive up to the party soon scooped up their companion, and were among the first to leave...