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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It was Tiny. Awful was kind of allowed.

"I'm hoping it'll be over by the weekend. Otherwise I'm seriously considering getting the hell out of town for a while."

"I may go with you in that case," Éponine muttered. "We can't be expected to live like this for long, it's maddening and it's stupid. I can't even read for a few minutes before I start thinking about -- other things."

"You could read about those other things," Allie pointed. "Although I honestly can't be sure if that helps or hurts at this point."

"It isn't any better," grumbled Éponine. "I've a book due back to the library next week, and I'll never finish it at this rate."

Because even under these circumstances she cared about that. She couldn't even get five pages in before getting too distracted to concentrate, and SHE JUST WANTED TO FIND OUT HOW IT ENDED. Like sexual frustration wasn't bad enough.

"Well if we're lucky it'll end this weekend and you'll be able focus on it without any interruptions."

But of course Allie had to ask, "What's it about anyway?"

Éponine smiled crookedly. "English navy officers from something a bit like my time, only with dragons. Sometimes I think I'd like a dragon of my own, but then I think, no, I could never afford to keep it fed, not one like in these books. And where would I keep it?"

"Who said it had to be a big dragon? Maybe it could be tiny one?" Allie suggested. "That would be a little easier to take care of."

And then she could ask Kitty for advice!

"Bigger or smaller than my cat?" she had to ask, grateful for at least a few minutes of perfectly innocent conversation.

"I think it would depend on the cat. Too big, it would eat the cat. Too small, the cat would eat it."

Yup cling to the innocent small talk. Right up until something or someone distracting walked on by.

"There are a whole lot of pretty people on this island."

"Yes, and it isn't fair." What? Éponine figured she had the right to whine at least a little bit. "How do any of us get anything done?"

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