This Used to Be the Life but I Don't Need Another One

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Well Ratigan couldn't care less about what happened, but he really didn't get his fill of partying from the bar and everyone simpering wasn't how he wanted it to go down. Soon after the trial little notes are slipped beneath each door.]

You are cordially invited to a mourning party in the lobby. RVSP ASAP.

[In the lobby Thalia will have moved some tables to the lobby and provide her choice dish of cheeseburgers along with a smattering of bread, fruits, and vegetables. Reyna will have brought along hot chocolate galore.

For those that aren't your thing? Well in honor of the recently departed there's pine tree shaped cookies (Thanks Thalia.) and triangle crackers with cheese (thanks...Ratigan?). And there's a helping of drinks if the bar wasn't enough for you wink wink. Ratigan has every intention of making this a party.]

Comments

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Totally unconcerned.]

Alcohol, you know, greasing the wheels of celebration and all that.

[sentree]

This isn't a celebration, you goon.

[stenchus_rodentus]

The point of these parties is to ease people's spirits is it not?

That's what I'm doing.

[sentree]

The point is to give a send-off to the dead and closure to the living. What you're doing is enabling.

[stenchus_rodentus]

Gestures to himself, frowning.]

Me? Why, I wouldn't dare enable, dear madam.

It's merely a morale boost, like the ones I gave to the men under my employ~

[sentree]

Maybe for some people it doesn't act as that kind of boost, did you think of that?

[stenchus_rodentus]

I would think they would rely on their own senses and moral guidance.

The same could be said of food and the sin of gluttony, after all.

[sentree]

Cut the graceful party act. Just stop serving it. Alright?

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Hmmmm how about.

No.]

I believe this is my party as much as it is yours isn't it?

[sentree]

This is for the deceased!

[ She's starting to get a little heated here, which probably...looks a little funny, since she's talking to a rat. ]

[stenchus_rodentus]

Shall we pour one out for the dead?

[Said as he just...teases a bottle.]

[sentree]

Keep that stuff away from me! [ That...sure is an outburst. ]

[stenchus_rodentus]

[...well this is interesting.]

...of course.

For the sake of our co-host.

[sentree]

[ Calm down, Thalia. Chill out, Thalia. Breathe, Thalia. She tries to smooth herself, into that calm, collected banquet host. ]

If- if you have to have that here, just...keep it out of my sight. We get enough of it at that awful club.

[stenchus_rodentus]

[He'll take that as a win. Ratigan acquiesces to this one request and smiles.]

Very well...I am if nothing but an excellent host~

[sentree]

Of course... Excellent. [ She still bristles, but it's more of a...composed bristle? Something like that. ] You'll excuse me, but if any more banquets are necessary, I humbly request to handle them more on my own.

[stenchus_rodentus]

[Well that's a shame. You throw one party.]

Is that how it is, then? No more...creative appetizers?

[sentree]

If you give a mouse an appetizer, he's gonna want to bring booze.

[stenchus_rodentus]

[...Ratigan gives the most confused look before breaking into laughter.]

Who knew you had the proclivity for poetry?

[sentree]

Every kid knows that one.