Bat boys out in Velaris just being bat bro’s? I need some of that chaotic energy 😂
"Cassian, you're a terrible drunk."
“I am- I am not,” Cassian said, only able to keep himself upright by having his arm slung around Rhysand’s shoulders. “I am....a delightful drunk.”
Azriel snorted. “Last time you got drunk, Cass, you flew over the city yelling how much you love Nesta, then went into way too much detail about what happens between you two behind closed doors. And you were nearly nude.”
“It was a great look for our court,” Rhysand snorted, sarcastically.
“At least I’m easy going,” Cassian slurred. “You two...” He scoffed. “You two have sticks shoved so far up your asses-.”
Rhysand began to laugh as Azriel shook his head and said, “We’re cutting you off.”
“Cutting me off?” Cassian repeated, arm still slung around Rhysand’s shoulder. “I....am the General Commander of the Ni-Night Court’s...Armies...” He hiccuped and sighed. “And I want wine. Let’s go to Rita’s.”
Azriel shook his head. “Cass, we just left Rita’s.”
“Then let’s go to the Rainbow,” Cassian said, pushing off of Rhysand and spreading his arms wide. “Let’s go to the fucking Rainbow! They always have a party going on.”
A couple walked by, chuckling, and said hello to Rhysand as they passed. The High Lord bowed his head in greeting before looking at Cassian. “And what will we do at the Rainbow?”
“We can go to the theater,” Cassian said, spreading his wings and carrying himself just a few feet off the ground. “They have alcohol at the theater.”
“That’s the only reason you want to go to the theater?” Azriel chimed. “You know, people perform there, too.”
“And they would be honored to have their High Lord there to watch,” Cassian said, his feet hitting the ground, both hands outstretched to Rhysand. “We should grace them with your presence.”
Rhysand laughed, his smile bright. “There aren’t any shows tonight, Cass. I should bring you home to your Mate.”
Cassian snorted. “Nesta made it very clear that it was a ladies’ night. Emerie and Gwyn are there, and they’re reading naughty books and talking to the house.” Cassian shrugged. “I was told to get the hell out, so here I am with you pricks.”
“Drunk off your ass,” Azriel muttered, with a grin. “Something tells me you’ll be sleeping on Rhys and Feyre’s couch tonight.”
“No, no,” Rhysand jumped in. “Last time he slept over drunk, he woke Nyx up because he was singing at the top of his lungs around four a.m. After that, Feyre banned intoxicated sleepovers.”
“I sleep at Azriel’s then,” Cassian said, bringing Azriel into a hug. The latter groaned. “He loves when we cuddle.”
“We have never cuddled,” Azriel protested, then hesitated. “Well, there was that one time, but it was cold and we had no blankets.”
“Don’t-Don’t deny our love affair, Az,” Cassian slurred. “Rhys would never judge.”
Rhysand tossed his head back and laughed.
“Fine,” Azriel said, huffing a laugh, himself. “I’ll take your drunk ass home. Let’s go-.”
“Party at the Rainbow!” Cassian yelled, pushing Azriel’s arm off his shoulder as he rain into the square, where music was blaring and people were dancing.
Rhysand and Azriel watched him go, standing side by side, shaking their heads.
“He really is a terrible drunk,” Azriel muttered.
Rhysand laughed. “That’s true. But, he’s our terrible drunk.”
Azriel sighed. “That means that have to go dance with him, don’t we?”
Rhysand put his arm around Azriel’s shoulder as they walked toward the square. “Yes. Yes it does.”