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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[coldsong]

He's high on life. He's snorting the experience. Or something.

"You are quite right, my dear Brother," he says. "It would most definitely be rude not to share. If you're sober by the end of the evening, you've lost. That goes for everybody except Harley, since she can't get drunk. And maybe Peter; he's a bit young for it."

Loki attempts to lean against the nearby wall, misjudges the distance and crashes into it with a sound of mild surprise before righting himself. "You ought to try a little of everything there is to drink, though. I should have had someone bring mead, but there's some quite decent wine, some ale, and my little roommate's moonshine."

[pirateangelbaby]

Yes, Loki is certainly high on something, and Thor can't stop a laugh at his brother's attempt to play off his moment of imbalance. "You know, they have this tradition on Earth called a pub crawl, where revelers trek from one tavern to the next to sample their wares. How thoughtful of you to gather all the drinks in one place and avoid the crawling altogether."

If there is to be a drinking contest, Loki has clearly already given himself a considerable starting handicap. When else is Thor going to have the opportunity to take advantage?

"Then by all means, let's make sure they're all drinks fit for gods."

[coldsong]

"Brother, my intent tonight is to drink up to the point where a pub crawl would quite literally have to involve crawling. It's only sensible to bring everything together so that some indignity can be avoided. For me, at least."

His smile is beatific, strangely without its usual sharp edges.

"Drinks fit for the gods." He laughs softly. "You mean to sample everything for quality? I quite agree. Wait here, I'll bring you some of the Midgard wine before your tastebuds get pickled with the stronger stuff."

[pirateangelbaby]

Thor chuckles and gives Loki a friendly - if light - punch to the shoulder, as if he's testing to see how easily his brother will topple over. Not expecting it to, though; Loki is clearly tipsy, but not entirely legless. Yet. "Are you sure you can manage that by yourself?" he teases. "Maybe I should give you a hand."