Stella Sagan | Urania (![]() ![]() @ 2011-08-17 09:23:00 |
![]() |
|||
![]() |
|
![]() |
|
![]() |
Entry tags: | absinthe, alcohol, william shakespeare |
WHO: Alcohol, William Shakespeare, Absinthe
WHEN: Saturday night
WHERE: La Fee Verte
WHAT: Two alcohols and an author
WARNINGS: drinking (obviously)
NOTE: Reposted as a favour
It wasn't just the alcoholics that the goddess Alcohol chose to consider her own. No, one only had to have a few drinks a month and Alcohol would believe that they belonged to her. That was all that it took for Alcohol to be able to feel inside them and the ones that drank far more often than that, the ones addicted to her? Well, those ones she could twist to her will as quickly and easily as breathing. She would make claims to being a benevolent goddess, but she'd never been that. Oh, she could be when she wanted to, of course. Alcohol's sole interest in human beings was keeping them drinking though, and tonight's guest was no different there.
She knew his word at least in passing - because everyone who knew the English language had heard of Shakespeare - and she was looking forward tonight to meeting the face behind the words and seeing where his interest in her lay.
She'd swept into Absinthe's bar on Saturday night twenty minutes before her guest was supposed to arrive and told Absinthe to be ready for him. Then she'd made her way around the bar flirting and chatting happily with all the mortals, laying her hands upon them to read their secret desires, to loosen their tongues, to encourage them to drink more.
When William Shakespeare entered the bar she knew him and walked over, her white dress skintight and her stilettos high, kissing each of his cheeks in turn. "Darling, what a sheer delight. I'm Alcohol."
(Post a new comment)
[info]theworlds_stage
2011-08-17 01:03 am (local) (link) Track This
He wore his heart so upfront, and when Will was feeling the pressures of the world he let them be known! He was desperate searching for inspiration now until his girls returned to him. His brush with Dionysus' bar and Dionysus' wife had just been a trickle into this little downward spiral he was taking. To have been so close to those he loved and have them ripped away just as quickly, it was a cruel, cruel turn!
His girlfriend had started to feel the cold air of rejection that Will unintentionally made when he was focused on himself. Nothing would come between him and the prospect of work! So, when being proposed by Alcohol herself, though she had inflicted pain and joy on him before in drink alone, William could not turn down the offer.
He made his way into La Fee Verte feeling the vibe, and quickly approached by a beautiful woman. He kissed her hand and gave her a greeting.
"Alas we meet!"
(Reply to this)(Thread)
[info]lafeeverte
2011-08-17 01:09 am (local) (link) Track This
There were days Abby knew her mother loved her. Truly loved her. Especially when her mother brought over famous writers. Abby loved fussing over them, and trying to convince them to drink her.
She did love to inspire.
She'd spend most of her time getting ready, before running downstairs as she felt the sensation of immortal in her home. Grinning she stopped beside her mother, smiling brilliantly. "
Maman
, you should have said we had a guest." She smiled and offered her hand to Will, "Abby, also known as La Fee Verte."
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread)
[info]justonemore
2011-08-17 02:38 am (local) (link) Track This
"A shame it hasn't been sooner, I agree," Alcohol told. "But you must understand I'm a very busy woman." She smiled at him indulgently and then when her daughter appeared, Alcohol rested a hand on her shoulder, a gesture both of love and of possession.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread)
[info]theworlds_stage
2011-08-17 03:28 pm (local) (link) Track This
Will took Abby's hand delicately, giving her a kiss on the top and a bow as he did in greeting to all the pretty ladies. "A pleasure. Sweets to the sweet," he gave a twinkling smile.
Both arms were cascaded against his mistresses of the night. "Oh you radiant, beautiful queens. What do you have for me!" He was desperate for the attention and the inspiration.