Parry was momentarily surprised when Rikive elected not to take the seat of honor, but it was probably for the best. The Fairy Queen might've skipped out on the party but she had eyes and ears everywhere, and she was a spiteful little bitch. Parry would've caught flack for giving up the seat so publicly (which was why he did it, furthering their eternal feud) and Rikive would've caught flack by default for taking the royal cushion.

So while Rikive noshed on cupcake after cupcake ([i]THE CARBS!!!![/i]), Parry decided to just ride the wave with her. He grabbed a bottle of cold Riesling from one of the little bars-on-wheels he'd hired for the night, along with another bottle of Scotch and one of Tequila, sans worm, for Rikive. Demigoddess she might be, but Tequila had a terrifying effect on the Celestial.

"First rule of being... what you are," he said, popping open his own wine cork, "is never bleed around vampires. Second is never tell anyone where you really come from." Parry sniffed the open top of the bottle cautiously. A hint of pear with the white. Not bad. "I'll coach you on that soon. And third-"

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A young witch with perfectly held curls of copper red hair stopped in front of Parael with her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face. "Parry, just who the hell is that woman?" She asked him, pointing over in the direction of Rikive. "She threw a human twice her size across a room, in front of other humans!" She informed him in a low voice. "De Lucy is going to come knocking, wanting answers when he hears about this. It'd be in your best interest to put some distance between you and her. No reason you should get dragged down with her because she hasn't gotten with modern times."
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Parry smiled at the witch, purposely taking a long sip from his bottle while she went on and on. Lexlie. She had a habit of sticking her nose in where it didn't belong.

"Lexlie, this is my good friend Riklie. She's visiting town from Oslo, Norway. And yes, I saw that-" Parry indicated the human-shaped hole in the wall plaster not twelve feet from where he sat "-same as you. I'm fine, thank you for coming to lift me up when the human tried to kill me." 

Parry thought he had it all under control now, ready to go back to talking with Rikive about the ins and outs of the city and what tomorrow would hold.

Then Lexlie the witch had to say the magic words. 'de Lacy' was enough to get Parry's blood running, and not in a 'let's break out the handcuffs!' fun way. That was a shot across the bow from Lexlie for sure: to take the news of this incident to de Lacy for a scrap of influence in his court. Unlike all 500 other immortals that showed up, she had the decency to announce her intention. Everyone else would just go and do it. Rats scrambling up a sinking ship.

Well, Parry would make an example of Lexlie at least.

"Listen, honey," Parry whispered, leaning in close. "You let me worry about de Lacy. It's my head. Not yours. I mean, you stuck your head out enough times with your familiar on my property- which carries a death sentence by de Lacy's own signature." Whether or not that was enough to dissuade Lexlie was irrelevant. The threat was delivered- shut the fuck up or I'll let Mr. Big Bad know you've been snooping on me. But dissuading her wasn't enough. Lexlie's efforts needed to be focused elsewhere, and Parry saw Lexlie was still wearing her engagement ring. A black diamond, given to Lexlie by Lord Warlock of the city, Markus Corolis.

"Oh, before you go, tell Markus I haven't seen him at Chase's in a while. I miss him."

Chase's. Parry's favorite watering hole for male companionship. Parry had never seen Markus there at all, but he couldn't resist planting the seed of doubt and/or jealousy within the nosy witch.

"Say, Riki," he said, turning back to his guest, "what do you say we catch a Lyft and hit a few clubs on the way back to my place. I've got a guest room and everything you can use for the night. I've only rented this place and the food till 1:30..."