Ladon Bonfire: Ambriel & Davian
"Ambriel," Davian said firmly, narrowing his eyes. When the cup was offered to him, Davian swatted it away, accidentally splattering them both with the spiked punch. "Fuck," the demon growled, standing up. They would both smell like alcohol now and passing Mr. Kaden at any point that night was now a no-go.
"You know that shit is spiked with liquor!" Davian fanned his shirt in a vain attempt to get the booze smell out where the drink had spilled. "It is every year. Can't you smell it?"