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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Tamsin grabbed the bottle immediately.

"I can live with that," she decided. "Hello, and welcome to my party. Hopefully somebody'll bring pot or whatever your poison is later."

"I'm not subject to poison," Jones said still with the raised eyebrow. "Nor pharmaceuticals have any attraction for me. This party seems to be quite the attraction for illicit activities."

"Illicit makes it sound illegal," Tamsin said, pulling a face. "Which it isn't."

If simply by the loophole that she was the Mayor and she could probably work around that. "Someone just dropped off some heavy-duty emotion juice over there, I'm just saying."

"I do not have any emotions," Jones replied flatly. "I'm just merely noting my observations. Are you not in some position of authority on the island?"

"I'm the mayor," Tamsin said. She shrugged. "Sorry, I don't come down and meet the new teachers when they hit the island."

"I wouldn't expect you to," Jones noted. "Though I wouldn't expect the mayor also to throw a party to get free alcoholic beverages either."

Could Jones be stirring the pot? Trying to get a reaction out of Tamsin?

Maybe.

It was Tamsin. She hadn't even wanted the mayor job. What, was she supposed to feel ashamed about any of this? That train had looooong since left the station.

"I'm a freewheeling kind of civil servant, what can I say," she said, "I mean, with the way the island's been, this party is a civil service."

"I've noticed this island tends to be rather loose when applying laws and regulations," Jones observed. "I suppose this type of civil service shouldn't be a surprise to anyone."

"We do what works for us," Tamsin said, shrugging. "Anybody doesn't like it, they can get out of here."

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