If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks...

[coldsong]

It's customary to have a Wake after the subject thereof dies. Even Loki knows that. But this is a special occasion. Ego-death is coming to his alternate, and the idea of letting him go off to perish alone, uncertain he will even be mourned, is too dark a proposition even for a flawed and callous person to contemplate.

That, and this Loki has been in a melancholy mood since speaking to the spirit of Frigga. He anticipates a dark choice of his own, sooner or later, and where the fates will send him after that, he can't know. Maybe oblivion, although even at that rate there may be worse places.

What's important right now is that no one dies unremembered. And honestly, any excuse for mischief a party. The first text rolls out to Harley, an innocent enough invitation to join them for milkshakes. Cricket is next, because it occurs to him that Cricket has plenty of liquor, which is good for a reckless celebration.

Things snowball from there.

As long as they don't destroy too much property, they'll call the night a success.

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[alittlehinky]

Cricket is blissfully unaware of the darker undercurrent to tonight's festivities. All he knows is that everyone's drunk, and he's cuddled up against his crush, who kissed him without pity or prompting, and it's all a little surreal, and he loves it.

He gives a giddy little laugh and squeezes Loki in a hug, a little closer. "It ain't done where I come from, is all. This."

"But it should be." Because it's nice, and it's not hurting anyone, and he can tell from Loki's voice he's getting something reassuring from it, too.