53. Afterparty
“I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Ragna
Mirage put the baby down in his room, and everyone poured more drinks after the meal even though some of the demons barely touched the food. The werewolves didn’t seem to mind. Frier invited Merkson and his mate to the party, but he ran late and got here by the time we were done eating. No one minded though, as there was still alcohol from the underworld, and no one didn’t want the party to end yet.
“Is this considered an afterparty?” Lou asked me as she stared at Elouise pouring another glass of wine for her and Sancour, who turned into fast friends.
I nodded. “It is, I guess. Demon parties only stop
