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

[fjordicswagger]

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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Re: Arrive/Mingle

[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin snorted, but she was reaching for the Dark Belch already. "This is my beer," she said, suddenly feeling a little sad about her plans with Irene because now she kinda wanted to climb Bo like a tree again. "Mine," she added, clutching it close.

"... How are you? Still succu-charged up?"

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[nookiepowered]

"I'm not gonna wither away anytime soon, thanks." No, really, thanks. Bo grinned, then rolled her eyes. "But tell that to this island. Just because I don't need it, doesn't mean it's not making me want it."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin snorted. "Yeah, tell me about it," she said. "I had to throw a party just to get laid again." Beat. "Next time I should just book it back to your place."

Subtle, thy name was never Tamsin.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[nookiepowered]

"You should." What is this word, subtle, that you speak of? "But next time, you should knock. It'll save wear and tear on the deadbolt tumbler." No, it wouldn't. Like Kenzi ever used her keys when there was a lock she could pick. "Also, possible concussion. For... somebody." Bo was pretty sure Tamsin could take either of her housemates in a fair fight, but she also wasn't sure any of them ever fought fair.