The mausoleum. A marble hall of the dead, a sneaky hide away for hookups late at night, and on some nights a meeting place for the Rejects club. Johnny had invited Swiss to the meet up for the New years party, but Salacious had already gathered everyone for the meet up, dragging them to their usual sitting spot. Like always Grim took up residence in a window, his tail flicking slowly as he sat with a bottle of bruté champagne. His abyssal cloak hung down like an onyx curtain against the gleaming white marble, his Edwardian era clothing making him almost appear as a ghost amongst the old stained glass and silent backdrop of the night. Nacht on the other hand was sat in a shadow, quietly enjoying a snack he was graciously provided while watching the others. As per Lucifers yearly request, he wore his old uniform. So rather than his dark cloak and bandages that crossed his body, he sat still in a white and gold cape, gold bandages across his chest and his black studded leather pteruges some of which still held the blood of slain angels. The ancient ghouls both reeked of each-other but they looked in better condition physical than most people did at the meeting tonight.

Sodo was preoccupied with a set of sparklers as a distraction from what was causing those dark circles under his eyes. He hadn’t bothered getting dressed up like the others, ripped skinny jeans and a half zipped up black graphic hoody was all he bothered to put on aside from whatever pair of sneakers he could kick on before sauntering down. When you start consistently raw dogging lack of sleep and being unable to comfortably keep things down, looking pretty starts becoming a second thought. It wasn’t really just what he had learned back on halloween that was causing his disheveled state. He was learning to get over that, as uncomfortable as it was. But he had felt guilty that he needed Papa to freeze some of that information for him, rather than going to talk to Swiss he just blocked it out till he could settle with the thoughts. The last real hurdle was just… the cannibalism.

Salacious was pinned along Secundo’s side as per usual, the pair in a matching black and gold set. His suit black with gold accents, her dress a gold gown with a split back and black accents. Both of them nursed champagne glasses as they talked in low voices. Papa looked tired, drained. But the librarian was trying her best to bring him to a more amiable mood. Johnny sat by the door for the ghoul in his robes, dawning them in the most culty appearance his undead ass could come up with. His hood was up, arms folded as the large hanging sleeves covered his hands entirely.