fjordicswagger: (tamsin: girl talk [bo])
fjordicswagger ([personal profile] fjordicswagger) wrote2015-02-19 12:46 pm

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 ]]

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[identity profile] doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com 2015-02-20 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Hi, I don't think we've have the pleasure," Navaan said. "Of having sex, I mean."

This should clearly be remedied, if for no other reason than so Nevaan could collect the British hat trick: Jono, Constantine, and Bond!
doubleohblonde: (Bond is totally not imagining you naked)

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[personal profile] doubleohblonde 2015-02-20 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, I believe I'd remember if we had." Navaan was...hard to miss.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[identity profile] doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com 2015-02-20 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Was it the tits? Because she had a great rack, she knew! Which was prominently on display as she walked around naked except for a cape and some decorative fruit.

"Damn right you would," she said, giving Bond a fangy grin. "The real question is, what are we going to do about it?"