Open to Flora and Noche.
Things had calmed down slightly, he wasn't flitting from place to place anymore. The bands were playing, the booze was still flowing, the mortals were still worshiping and it hadn't even hit 4:20 yet. Marijuana had wandered, spending a bit of time floating in the vodka river before checking on Dave.
The mortal was working the door and was still healing, the purple bruise on his chin rather obvious but Marijuana just smiled at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and exchanging a few whispered words before nodding in approval. No one troublesome had tried to get in yet, there had been no incidents and it seemed like things were going well.
Relieved, Marijuana headed back inside to collapse on a couch and lit up a joint, staring up at the colourful, flashing ceiling.