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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"You're not staying?" Pam noticed Jono hovering near the door, and seemed horrified. "You're gonna miss the orgy."

"Want to?" Pam asked, downing a chug from her drink. "Wait, does it have to be a guy?"

Pam sighed. Who wanted to be tied down like that?

"I -- um." It wasn't often that Irene was at a loss for words, but good job, Pam, you did it! "I believe you? But I suppose the opportunity hasn't presented itself, before, and I'm a bit booked tonight, luv."

What a great problem to have.

And curiosity had brought Hannibal here, too, although at the sight of the old mattress he very nearly turned right back around. Still, he wasn't about to be outlasted at a party by Jono, so he sighed, ignored the lack of decor, and held his own wine carefully. "Can you see our hostess?"

Oo, hot people! Bob wondered if any of them would have impaired enough judgement to give him a ride.

He hadn't brought booze, though, for the obvious reason.

"Ha."

Sorry, onlookers, but this whole game was TMI, really.

//Me?//

No, Jono. The other guy hanging out by the door looking uncomfortably randy and like he's about to bolt, both at the same time. Duh.

//I mean, er.// He shifted his weight awkwardly, and then shrugged his shoulders a bit. //I'm not completely certain I didn't get the wrong address...?//

"Sometimes," Derek replied. "Though it's more difficult with... werewolf."

//Not yet,// Jono replied, //though it's... quite busy here. She might be...//

Hooboy.

//... Otherwise occupied? At the moment?//

Give him another five minutes, Hannibal. If he didn't bolt for the door by then, either it was a miracle, or somebody who wasn't particularly choosy about kissing skills had dragged him off. The mattress really wasn't going to be the make-it-or-break-it deal here for him, though. Jono had fairly low standards in that regard.

"I'd say enthusiastic rather than impartial," Ghani teased, blue-on-blue eyes dancing with mirth. "But if your question is as to my sexual preference, I pursue romantic and physical relations with people of all genders."

Pam lifted her glass and drank. "Sometimes those little fuckers hide," she said helpfully.

"I never bagged twins," Pam sighed. No drinking. She was honestly sorry about that.

ONE DAY. ONE DAY.

Pam chugged heartily. "Are we to the lying stuff?" she asked. "'Cause I've got some doozies."

Pam chugged. "One of those was the threeway with my boss!" she said excitedly. "In fact, both of 'em were old enough to be my parents."

Aren't you glad you asked, Jack?

//I'm going to state for the record that I would absolutely be drinking for this one,// Jono noted, putting up a hand slightly. //Somebody else is welcome to do it in my stead.//

"Not like you get a day off from that," Jack nodded. "It is ... special. I don't know exactly how it works for the two of you, but I have to be a lot more careful now about how I touch her. Wouldn't want a love nip to pass the curse along."

This would be the first time that Hannibal (leaning against the wall, because he wasn't sitting on pillows, thank you) had gotten to drink.

And given the face on the man that was saying that...

"Have you ever wanted to?"

"Is Navaan an alien?" Pam asked. "'Cause she can do weird shit with herself, like make copies, but that might make her magical or some shit."

"Deal!" Pam said, excitedly. "Sucker! I'd've paid forty."

That did not technically make him a sucker, Pam.

Excuse Pam while she fished around in her pockets for a twenty. This was gonna be good.

Well, Hannibal would drink here with or without that qualification. He smirked and drank.

//Not even going to pretend I haven't,// Jono shared, and then shrugged and just lifted an empty glass.

He couldn't drink, so at least he'd... toast people? It was the best he had at his disposal.

//... I actually haven't done this one.//

This was probably for the best, actually.

Hannibal considered it and decided that Raven counted, so he took a drink.

//Not opposed to volunteers either,// Jono offered, putting up a hand. //Plenty of experience flying. Not so much in situations where sex is appropriate.//

There was a very finite number of X-Men he'd consider sleeping with, okay? And most of the times he'd been in the air had been because of them. So.

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