fjordicswagger | Tamsin's House of Sharp Things And Presently Not Enough Alcohol, Thursday Evening

For a couple of minutes, Tamsin had contemplated the idea of just opening up Town Hall for the party, but... what would be the point in that? People were fired up on hormones, people wanted to get laid, you needed a space small enough to get 'em close together. So to speak.

Also, this way she got free booze out of the deal, so-- win win.

She'd hung the black sheets back in front of the large store windows (partly to keep the light out, partly so it was slightly less obvious the house was technically a shop she was technically maybe squatting in). She'd tossed a ton of pillows and an old mattress on the floor, since she didn't actually have a sofa, per sé. The rooms upstairs were... well, okay, they were rooms.

And there was a table for incoming booze. With solo cups. Of course.

Perfect. Time for a party. If anyone had seen the posters...

[[ ocd ~~incoming...~~ up! adults only party is a go! eta: i should probably note browse responsibly, since there might be hints of nsfw in the comments at some point, i have no idea how this post will roll ]]

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Bond smiled. "I'll do my best to make the most of your hospitality."

Dirty, so very dirty.

And the world needed to not be destroyed.

"Werewolf," Derek replied sullenly. Fast recovery time. Stupid, sexy lycanthropy.

"If you stay in a seedy enough place, sometimes it's the only channel that works," Atticus said, drinking.

Atticus tried to remember if he'd ever really had a boss besides himself. He supposed generals counted, but no, that had never been a thing. Maybe he wouldn't end up completely wasted after all.

Coming up with something was hard for Constantine.

"Never yet succeeded in joining the Mile High Club," he announced sadly. "Still working on that one, but will accept volunteers."

Allie took a drink. She had a smart phone. There were interesting corners of the internet.

Oh, this one was easy.

Tamsin took a nice, big swig.

Allie was most definitely NOT drinking.

"I've only got to say what I want? You're very agreeable tonight," Éponine said with a chuckle, and if no one stopped her she'd try to insinuate herself into his personal space just a bit. "Good lord, I never thought about it. I suppose you could do whatever you like, and I wouldn't mind."

She did realize that was a double entendre before she said it, yes. She didn't see why she should stop herself.

After a long moment of thinking, and getting distracted by sexy thoughts, Atticus finally came up with, "I've never slept with someone of my own gender."

Bond down his drink with a smirk.

"It is. I figured you'd have enough vodkas and the like, and the flyer didn't make this sound like a wine party," he said, handing a bottle over happily.

Éponine wrinkled her nose. "I've some idea. It's got to be awfully lonely. Well, I don't blame you at all for being here in that case."

Bond had been in the navy, so that was a drink.

Mike smirked. "Oh yeah? So you're looking to fix things tonight?"

"My life is already better."

Eliot snorted faintly at that and took a swig. And then a couple more for good measure.

He had an air marshall badge and a stewardess or two under his belt. He'd kind of lost track.

Bond didn't drink.

Not for lack of trying though.

"Yeah, not a big wine person," Tamsin agreed. She looked back up at Atticus and shot him a smirk. "Also, hi there."

Vic laughed and reached out to pat a couple of spots with the cuff of her jacket. "Ready for another?"

Yeah, keep loading on the easy ones!

Tamsin took another swig of her booze. Mmm.

"Hurdled that one a few times," she said, "Looking forward to hurdling it again."

Was she looking at Irene? At Bo? At both? At more girls in the room? Who knew.

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"Well, call me whenever you get drunk enough, because I'll be ready." Also, don't think he wasn't making a mental note to call her next time he woke up looking like a lady. "You have no idea."

Bond drank.

"It helps if it's a private charter," he said.

"Not hoping for a more private show?"

Offering that was mandatory, he was pretty sure.

"The teal deer have no problem listening to me talk. They just don't talk back." And if they ever did, that might be the day Allie considered leaving the island.

"So what else have you been up to?"

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