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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"The hell did you get actual absinthe around here?" Eliot was going to ignore the milk, thanks. But the quantity of booze definitely got an impressed eyebrow.

"I got a deal with a guy on the mainland," she said, holding out a bottle to him. Did he want it? 'Cause he could totally have it. ENJOY. "He places a special order for me whenever I run out. I'm not sure it's, like, legal? But I offered to jerk him off soooooo, win-win."

She got sex and absinthe. Pam made great life choices.

Eliot looked from Pam to the bottle -- then shrugged, nodded, and accepted the bottle. "Generous of you. Thanks."

"Hey, the more people get drunk, the better the odds are of this being a real orgy," Pam said brightly. "More of the win-win category."

"You know, I've never actually been in a real orgy."

Eliot was at least halfway drunk already, yeah.

"I was in a ... foursome?" Pam said, squinting. "With the Yakuza, a few times."

Not enough for an orgy. Still fun.

"The Yakuza." Eliot nodded, impressed. "Nice."

"... Do you know them?" Pam asked. "'Cause ... don't tell them I'm here or anything, okay? They kinda think I owe them money, 'cause I crashed a car when we were racing, and they got all mean about it so I skipped town."

Owing money to the Yakuza. Another good life choice from Pam Poovey.

Yeah, Eliot would be judging her pretty hard for that if he weren't pretty buzzed and very horny.

"Ran across 'em a coupla times. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me."

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