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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"I know."

Humility was for kids, okay?

Tamsin waved vaguely at herself - bra and abs and all. "Look away."

Was that 'look away,' as in 'feel free to look,' or 'look away' as in 'look away?' Mind, with the gesture and the shamelessness, Jono figured it was safe to assume she meant the first. He was also pretty certain, as of this moment, that he was an 'abs' kind of man. He took another moment to appreciate the view, and then gave a satisfied nod as he crossed his arms in front of himself.

//Not ten minutes in the door, and this party is looking excellent already. Well done. I don't usually like parties at all.//

"I try to make it as painless as possible," Tamsin said, shrugging casually. "You're welcome, dude."

She'd also basically just set the whole thing up so the island could stop whining about how wound up they were and started doing something about it, so that probably helped.

//It's Jono,// came his reply with a nod. //And a pleasure to meet you...?//

The posters hadn't come with a name, unfortunately.

"Tamsin," she said, "And I'd say we're about halfway to a pleasure at this point."

//Well, Tamsin, if at any point you'd like to make it all the way to a pleasure...//

Jono was not normally this incorrigible. But so help him, he could flirt when the occasion came up.

"Tonight I'm kinda spoken for," Tamsin said, darting a quick but not at all subtle look Irene's way. "But I'll keep you in mind for later this week. Plus someone's been shouting something about blowjobs."

Jono followed Tamsin's glance, and then nodded his understanding. No, no, he'd turn him down for Irene, too. Goddamn, well scored, Tamsin.

//Well, then I suppose I'll have to keep an ear open for that,// he decided. //I hope you have an excellent evening, luv. And thank you again for accepting that bloody wine.//

He was glad to be rid of it, honestly.

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