Tamsin's House of Sharp Things And Presently Not Enough Alcohol, Thursday Evening

[fjordicswagger]

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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Re: Arrive/Mingle

[talentforlying]

John Constantine was easy. Anyone could tell you that. If you were pretty, and had no expectations, you were his type.

He wasn't going to show up empty-handed, though. He'd lifted a case of Black Sheep Best Bitter, just for the occasion, in case there was nothing else but American piss at the party.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[fjordicswagger]

"Is that Black Sheep?" Tamsin said, her eyes lighting up.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[talentforlying]

"I want to get laid tonight, so I wasn't going to bring Budweiser," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "And if you're our fine hostess, then it's your Black Sheep."

John wasn't above sucking up, especially to such a nice pair of tits.

"Minus a few for me, of course."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[fjordicswagger]

"I am your fine, fine hostess," Tamsin agreed, reaching for the beer. She gave John a one-over. "And I guess you have earned your few," she added, "There's more booze inside. Some people really broke out the fancy stuff."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

How much wiggle room did Constantine allow on "pretty"? Pam was more "sturdy" than "pretty," but she had just paid a guy twenty bucks to lick his arms, which was like the opposite of expectations.

"Is that beer?" she asked. "I haven't seen that brand before. But then, I usually go for harder stuff anyway."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[talentforlying]

Oh please. Sure, she had a more classic silhouette, but lowered expectations totally made up for a lot.

"British import, for those who like their drinks sturdier than your light American shit," he said, hefting up the case. "I figured I should bring something new and educational for you all."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com]

"I have absinthe," Pam said, helpfully. "Wanna trade? Or we could pour 'em together and see what that tastes like. Might taste like shit."

This was not a deterrent, to Pam. You never knew until you tried it.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[doesdoctorstuff.livejournal.com]

Navaan was also easy. And not at all opposed to hitting people up for repeat sex. Especially not if it was good repeat sex. "You gonna give away all of those?" she asked, nodding at the beer.