The door to Thalos' penthouse bursts open with laughter and the clatter of heels. The team tumbles inside, drunk on excitement and maybe a few too many novelty cocktails. Elsuana nearly faceplants onto the couch but recovers just in time to land gracefully in Thalos' lap. Lilith dramatically throws herself across the chaise lounge like a diva fainting from overstimulation.
"Well," Lilith groans, "I need electrolytes, affection, and three more of those blue shots. Not necessarily in that order."
Thalos, cheeks flushed and bowtie hanging loosely from his neck, chuckles as he staggers toward the bar. "I'll get the drinks. What's everyone having?"
"Surprise me!" Elsuana calls.
"Something with a kick!" Lilith hollers after him.
"Something that tastes like vengeance," she adds after a pause.
He throws them both a wink. "Coming right up."
