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...

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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."

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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"I'm sure you can find someone to help remedy that tonight if you wish," Bond said as he took a drink.

Which was going to make looking one of his students in the eye awkward.

It wasn't his usual thing, but yeah, Eliot drank on that one. If Parker or Hardison were here, there'd probably be some cheering following that drink.

Ghanima just laughed, and took another long sip of her whiskey. "A lady might not kiss-and-tell, but we can certainly kiss-and-drink, yes?"

"Why not? You're pretty enough," he said as he knocked back more of his beer.

CONSTANTINE, NO.

Irene was going to need a new drink, now. She'd actually chugged (for a ladylike value of "chug") that one.

"Ladies are more fun," she assured him. "I agree."

Jack drank about half his glass at that, and looked happy to do it.

And again no drinking for Kitty. Somewhere Chris Claremont was wondering how that happened.

Tony had to shrug and leave his drink be on that one. He was a flirt, but that had actually never come up. "Until Rhodey gives into his undying love for me, that is."

Oh, finally. The swig Éponine took from the bottle was not indicative of how many times. Just making up for lost time.

Pam took a healthy swig at this one. "Why limit yourself?" Pam asked, before letting out a thorough burp.

Pam was all class.

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?"

"Oh, I've definitely thought about it. This isn't the first place I've been surrounded by ridiculously beautiful people," Atticus admitted. "I've just never acted on it."

"Oh? And why is that?" Hannibal asked.

"Well, in some places, I would have gotten into a lot of trouble." Ah, conservative eras, always good for bringing good people down. "But mostly, I'm not terribly good at the whole, 'Hey, you look like you'd be good in bed and I'd like to find out if I'm right' thing. Especially if I don't know if they'd be interested."

Hannibal raised an eyebrow. "Well, nobody here is going to get you in trouble." Well, not of the homophobic sort. "And you look interesting." And very much like a friend he had mixed feelings about, but details.

"Why do I get the feeling no one in this town ever gets in trouble for anything?" Atticus said, laughing softly before giving Hannibal a more appraising look. "You look interesting too, and I swear, that's not just this week talking."

And speaking of this week talking...Hannibal shook off enough of the pollen's effect to remember that the sort of appetites it brought out in him...possibly weren't the best things for a first-time encounter (with someone he didn't actually want to maim).

"Maybe we should talk next week, just in case."

"All right," Atticus agreed, "I'll find you next week if you don't find me first."

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sharp_as_knives - 2015-02-21 03:51 (UTC) - Expand

//... Huh. I've done this.//

Jonothon was still sort of bewildered by this, so sue him.

//Somebody take a drink for me.//

"ME! ME! I WILL! I WILL!"

Look, if Navaan didn't jump on that grenade, Pam would and she was still sulking over the questions that involved TVs and stuff!

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.

"I hate you." Kenzi was gonna be hating life tomorrow, why not start with other people tonight?

Navaan just laughed for about three minutes before taking her drink.