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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//Good on her,// Jono agreed, nodding faintly. //Honestly... Even if all I ever see her as from here on in is Death, if I ever do see her again... it'd be hard to call her anything but Didi.//

He loved Didi. Still did, after all. He'd met Death, and she'd been so thoroughly Didi and so very much other besides, and even then, she'd been Didi, to him. Didi was gone, Didi was walking away, Didi wasn't his anymore.

"We all see her eventually, some of us more than once," John said. "Hell, I'm damn sure Mad Hettie's immortal, and she sees the cheerleader more than anyone. And that one, she makes her own rules. You'll see her again. She'll come for you, when you need her."

He took a long pull on his beer. "So stop moping. There's plenty of pretty people here, and she's not going to begrudge you a good flirt or two because you're living. Pam's giving away free blowjobs, and girl looks like she knows what she's doing."

You're so helpful, John. Best relationship advice ever.

//I wasn't-// Okay, no, that thing there? That one that he was about to say? That was a damn dirty lie and Jono knew it. //... I occasionally do mope about losing her, yes. But she's told me herself, even since leaving, that I need to keep living. That's what I'm here for, that's what I'm trying to do.//

And, okay, maybe work off some of that ambient sexual frustration while he was at it, too.

"There's a difference between living and actually being alive, mate," he snorted with dry amusement. "Or living in the past, for that matter."

//She was three lifetimes ago and counting,// Jono noted, shrugging his shoulders a little bit. //I have a lot of past to live in. Some of it even actually happened.//

Which was another completely different mess of issues, really.

//I'm learning how to really live again. I'm trying. Forward is a direction I've actually started looking, for once. I can meet people's eyes again. You can tell me to stop moping, mate, and I'll agree wholeheartedly that's something I need to work on, but trust me, nobody is aware of all of the ways I've been holding myself back quite the way I am already.//

"Just so long as you're aware that I'd be a shit friend if I didn't give you shit about it whenever you start making the long faces," John retorted cheerfully. "So let's get you drunk and laid tonight!"

//Let's start with drunk,// Jono replied, even a little bit cheerful, himself, //and work on the 'laid' part from there.//

There was always Pam, yes! Pam with the stalker roommate who had a worrisome obsession for his fire. But if all he managed tonight was to get second-hand drunk and make an ass of himself playing 'I never,' he'd be okay with that, too.

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