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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Jono blinked.

And then he blinked some more.

And then he just... shrugged. He never did have sex with Gayle, and from there it had been the Massachusetts Academy and Fandom and the Academy and the Mansion and Glacia, and it was less, at that point, that he wasn't having sex, and more that he had just never really had the chance to have it in a car.

//I'm actually sort of disappointed in myself, now.//

How much wiggle room did Constantine allow on "pretty"? Pam was more "sturdy" than "pretty," but she had just paid a guy twenty bucks to lick his arms, which was like the opposite of expectations.

"Is that beer?" she asked. "I haven't seen that brand before. But then, I usually go for harder stuff anyway."

//That'd make two of us,// Jono offered, sympathetically.

He hadn't really known many twins, though, which didn't help much.

"Were you looking for an orgy?" she asked. "It's BYOB, so I have absinthe. And I brought wings, 'cause orgies make me hungry."

"I should have held out for more," Jack said, still good-natured about the whole thing. He patiently stood with arms akimbo,waiting for her to hand the cash over.

"Do you have a plane?" Pam asked. "'Cause I'm too broke for first class, and there's no room in coach."

//... I want to state for the record that I try not to let my technical difficulties stand in my way in some regards...//

Feeding other people was just... sensual. It was wonderful. He'd spent a lot of his life angry that he couldn't eat, himself, but now he was less concerned about that sort of thing and more willing to give sharing a try.

He didn't drink, obviously, but he did sort of raise his glass to Hannibal. Coffee as foreplay. Counted well enough for him, anyway.

//I know people who have a plane, and I know how to pilot it,// Jono ventured. //Not quite the same. Still working on other ways of flying, though.//

Pam drank. "It's overrated," she said. "Not much room in the backseat. I like tipping the front seat back and going there instead."

TMI, Pammy.

Pam was taking a healthy swig. "Gotta keep those carbs up, so you don't cramp."

Clint's immediate reaction was to not take a drink, but he had to think about it for a moment to double check.

Sorry Kitty, he was just really easy.

//Good luck,// Jono offered. //I'll... look around some, perhaps.//

If he stepped inside a little more, it'd be more difficult to bolt!

//... So maybe I am in the right place. I brought some wine I was never going to drink. Er. No food, though.//

Because he was never going to eat it, either, and the only options he really had were mostly... a can of spaghetti that had been sitting in his cupboard since the last time he'd had a face.

So.

Hannibal toasted him back, smirking. Coffee made excellent foreplay. And other foods made excellent...other things.

"Start charging other people," she suggested. "Make 'em line up. And I want five percent 'cause it was my idea."

"A-ha!" Pam announced, finally finding a crumpled twenty-dollar-bill. She shoved it at Jack.

And then, she was going to lean in, to press her tongue against his arm, starting at the wrist. He'd said no pervy stuff with the fingers, so she was gonna skip his hands altogether. She'd paid good money to lick those biceps. No getting called off on a technicality.

"Soooooooooooo," Pam said. "Wanna steal some dude's plane and bang in it?"

//Ah...// Jono needed a moment to blink and kind of stare at her. //You mean that, don't you?//

He needed a moment to process that, Pam. Please hold.

Hannibal raised an eyebrow at her. "And they help to keep your serotonin levels high. And other things."

Hannibal wasn't going to insist about this party, don't worry, Jono. He was just going to squeeze your shoulder and then head for the table.

Clint took a small drink and did not look anywhere near Kitty. He was going to blame the increasing intoxication for his honesty.

Jono scratched thoughtfully at the wrappings on the back of his neck, trying to think of something that he hadn't done that hadn't already been listed.

When that failed, he started ticking through things that he had done, instead.

//I've never...// 'Blown up my girlfriend while trying to make out with her in a coatroom' was off-limits, here. Along with every other blowing-up-related option, really. //... been quite happy to be tied up and dominated, before.//

He was fortunate he couldn't blush. Especially since he was knocking back his empty glass to mime taking a drink, there.

Clint got a little wide-eyed and didn't take a drink, feeling grateful.

Clint grinned brightly as he took his drink. That was mostly Irene's fault too, so it was doubly fitting.

"You can have some wings," Pam said. "Plus a fancy cheese plate thing or whatever. How's come you're not gonna drink your wine? Is it the cheap stuff?"

She wouldn't judge him, for bringing the cheap stuff. She'd drink the cheap stuff. Take it off his hands.

Clint didn't take a drink, and he definitely watched Kitty to see if she took a drink, and was relieved that her math agreed with his.

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