fuck

Mostly everyone is absolutely stuffed, Waterboy is in the nearest bathroom cause he ate more pizza than he’s supposed to have, Roberts going in and out of consciousness cause he hasn’t had this much food in a WHILE, Sonar is resting his head on Malevola’s shoulder as he drools cause Oogh too much pizza, Malevola herself definitely feels like she had too much but she’s patting sonar, Punch up is resting his head in his folded arms on the table, Coupé is the only one who really didn’t go over her limit so she’s okay, Flambae is just spacing out, Prism feels like she can’t even breathe she’s so stuffed, Blazer is encouraging people to take leftovers home PLEASE, Chase is swearing a lot cause “fucking pizza”, and golem and Phen are checking in if anyone wants to take any home cause if not they’re gonna split the rest.

The word was given to kill the houselights. And a great inhuman cry swelled in the darkness, rolling up the walls. I could feel it in the floor beneath me. It grew stronger as a grinding electronic buzz announced the connection of “the equipment.” The vibration went through my temples. A layer of skin was being peeled off. I clasped Louis’s arm, gave him a lingering kiss, and then felt him release me.

There must surely have been twice as many blood drinkers now in this ballroom as there had ever been, and I sensed that I had ought to stop having such a marvelous time and return to greeting newcomers as the Prince should. But not before holding Louis for a moment, and then kissing him and telling him low in French that I loved him and always had.

Pardon me.

I'll just be over here.

Eric Bogosian & the cast of The Vampire Lestat for EW cover story:

Dear lord....the intimacy. The tenderness.

I just —

I don't even care. Nothing else matters.