Wander Through The Stars [Jupiter]

Jupiter was feeling quite nice. Aurielle had put on one hell of a shindig. Living so close to the Orchard of course he wasn't a stranger to fermented things. Hell, he'd even dabbled in creating his own concoctions. That hadn't stopped him from indulging here. Nah, that family or band or whatever they were knew how to please the palette. He'd sampled food and drink until he was fit to burst. Now it took all of his slowly loosening resolve to hold himself together. Jupiter felt as though a simple sneeze would burst his seams and whittle him down to a pile of blue confetti.

Amadeus too had indulged. He'd hit the offerings harder than Jupiter and now lay sprawled down his companion's back mumbling a song about a fair monkey maiden with a twirly white mustache. Jupiter could feel the tamarin's taunt pot belly poking into his spine. He had enough wherewithal to think to himself just how annoyed he would be if Amadeus threw up on him.

“Good Eve, Jupiter. How go the Festivities?” Jupiter lit up, his lips parting in a lopsided and uncharacteristically broad grin that betrayed his condition. "Aurielle," he said warmly. "Good, good. You throw a helluva party."

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”