"My total bad" Müttly Föe gasped concernedly because he was concerned. "I am so sorry Morty, is your neck ok. There must have been more blood than I thought in that Bloody Mary body paint of yours because I lost control."

"Quite. Think nothing of it actually I enjoyed it." Valdemar Assured him. He purred and nibbled Müttly Föe's neck so there were obviously no hard feelings remaining, although give him half an hour and he could probably manage another round.

Valdemar added "Besides I knew you were a vampire (half) beforehand because you insist on telling everyone you meet."

"That is all right then" sighed Müttly Föe who was relieved it was all right.

"When you get leathered enough Val, you enjoy anything," Felix smirked while picking up his underpants from the floor with a foot, "believe me Föe tonight was positively tame compared to what he gets up to. The number of times I've had to magic some nasty rash off his..."

"That's enough Felix!" Shouted Valdemar as soon as he stopped choking on his vodka and Red Bull.

"Well that was fun but I'm still completely mashed." Contemplated Felix. "I know, I have some parchment here. If Föe here can control himself for five minutes"

"I said I was sorry!" Whined Müttly Föe manfully.

"Fine, so as I was saying, let's open a vein each and sign some kind of crazy blood pact we'll all really regret in the morning."

"OK!" Valdemar beamed.

"You know me, I'm up for anything," Müttly Föe stated.

"What do you say we all agree to embark on a triune Ascendancy and become gods?" Felix suggested with a boozy leer.

"OK!" Valdemar reiterated, even managing to slur it a little despite there not being any sibilants

"Ah. I'll have to pass on that, I don't normally tell most people but actually I'm already secretly a demigod (half)," admitted Müttly Föe, "good luck with that though, you two should go ahead."

"You heard the man Felix, write up that pact!" Valdemar boomed and waved his glass for emphasis and then gave the room a view of his naked butt as he fished around on the floor for an escaped ice cube.

"I'd worship him, anyway," reflected Müttly Föe reflectively.

Felix snorted and threw a pillow at Valdemar's rear end.