Eli Evans

((@heavenssong 
            
            They smiled softly and nodded back in reply, placing the blunt in between their lips to hold it there while their hands were busy, picking up the jug and undoing its cap, moving over to pour him another glass, feeling a bit bad they’d brought up the porn star now, even though there was no way they could’ve known. They set the jug back down and capped it before pulling the lint from their mouth and breathing out the smoke that had gathered in their mouth, their wings unfolding a moment and stretching out. “You been sitting down a while?” They asked after a moment out of curiosity to move the conversation along

@-_Witchy_Skater_- 
            
            dodge decided to shove down whatever it was he was feeling .  he could always deal with it at a later date with things much stronger than alcohol and pot .  at the question he nodded .  tonight was a night to get absolutely shitfaced ,  especially since he didn't work the following morning and could just sleep off the hangover .  it would be okay eventually ,  even if it wasn't really right now .  the incubus glanced at the jar around their neck .  even though it was usless here ,  it still looked nice enough .  maybe they could make similar things to sell and get some money there .

((@heavenssong 
            
            They raised a brow at his words, clearing their throat, they could tell it wasn’t just that, but they would drop it, as he clearly didn’t want to talk about it, instead deciding just not to mention Angel again. Watching his tap the ash off and glance to his glass, smiling lightly “want me to top you off?” They asked softly gesturing to the hug of sangria, taking another hit of their own blunt, the stick rested in between their pointer finger and middle finger. Even though he’d said the day they met that the jar wouldn’t do much for them, they still took to wearing it, as it was also a sort of sentimental thing for them.

((@darkestdesiire 
            
            Eli had glanced down, died in a freak accident… because they tried to be a hero.. and landed here? it was a lot to take in, they didn’t know what to say, or even if they should bring up their death, they didn’t know anything about this place, did people talk about that sort of thing ever? Or was it a subject best left ignored… as Lyra spoke they glanced up again, humming “any lemonade?” They asked softly, they did drink but they felt maybe that was the last thing they needed right now, they needed to have a clear mind

@-_Whore_Bug_- 
            
            charlie sat down with this new sinner ,  quite unsure of what to say .  most sinners she knew had been there for ages so someone new obviously didn't have the same mindset .  older sinners were content in their misery ,  used to the way things were in hell .  but someone new likely wasn't happy where they were .  still ,  if this was such a habit for them ,  they would likely have as hard a time towards redemption as anyone else .
            
            lyra went to the unattended bar and looked around .  "  bunch of mixers ,  drinks ,  juices . .  i'm gonna make myself a shirley temple ,  you want one ? " 

((@darkestdesiire 
            
            The orange haired sinners large bat wings came up around their shoulders, much like a shawl, but also for comfort, a lesser version of how Lyra had found them, Curled up under their wings like a sleeping bat, yet right side up, and very much not asleep. At Charlie’s words they slowly nodded, “okay..” they whispered, though they didn’t really know what to think, stop doing the one thing that they knew to help people with? It felt impossible, especially in a place like this. They slowly nodded after a moment at the offer to sit. “Uhm-… what do you have?” They questioned softly, before glancing to the couch in the lobby and moving over to  take a seat