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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Apparently coming up with these was harder than in normal I Never.

"I've never had sex in a car," she said, like she'd just realized that.

"You're missing out," Irene sing-songed as she took a long pull from her drink. "Road head is a lot of fun, too."

IRENE, STOP.

"Might end in a crash if you're really good at it too," Tony chimed in.

TONY NO.

"Depends on the car. Some of those suckers are small."

Tony had to flash his brightest and flirtiest grin at her before taking a drink. He was in no way helpful.

"What about a train car?" Abbi wondered, her drink almost at her mouth.

"If you wanna drink, go for it," Kitty decided.

Abbi made a toasting gesture in Kitty's direction and took a dainty sip of her drink.

Jack sighed. "I don't spend enough time in cars."

Eliot was absolutely drinking to this. Cars were one of the things he missed, on this island.

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.//

Hannibal smirked and thought in Jono's direction:

I have a Bentley.

Jono... didn't reply to that directly, really. But the way his eyes went a little wider and he glanced at Hannibal for a moment before looking slightly (decidedly) more fidgety than before probably made it pretty clear that now he was thinking about it.

Oh.

It was parked right at the causeway, too. And it didn't get much use lately. Which was a shame, wasn't it?

A crying shame, really.

//... We might have to go for a drive sometime."

Edited 2015-02-21 06:01 (UTC)

Hannibal sent a sense of amused agreement to Jono. We might.

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.

"Now there's something to fix," Clint said, taking a drink. He was the best boyfriend ever, clearly.

Ahahahahahha. SO MUCH DRINKING.

"You should try that, s'fun," Kenzi slurred. "'Specially when the car is stolen."

"You all need to stop talking about stuff that involves your weird magic stuff in this place," Navaan complained. "Wait, can we count horse and buggy? Oh! Oh! What about a prison wagon?!"

She'd traveled a few times with Vanka. It was a legit question.

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