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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"Oh, you do that a lot," Tamsin could take from that. Not that she disapproved. Like, at all.

"I find it's useful." Even if there was less call for it on the island.

"Oh, I bet you do," Tamsin said.

That was pretty much 100% clear innuendo, yes.

Bond smirked. "I do," he agreed.

Tamsin was trying not to immediately make out with every one who came to her party. She was mostly succeeding!

Except for those two times earlier and apparently probably this time, going by the way she was moving in closer.

Good things came in threes and all.

Bond was a very good guest, which meant being attentive to the desires of one's host. Which wasn't hard in this case.

Unlike other things.

Tamsin was making no promises about hard things, but she was most certainly going to make out with Bond for a minute... or three... before she bothered thinking about things like 'letting him go to the party'.

Bond was perfectly happy to oblige Tamsin there, for her mintues or three...or more. He was very eager to please.

"You can definitely stay," Tamsin decided, when she'd finally reached the end of her minute or three. "Nice."

Bond smiled. "I'll do my best to make the most of your hospitality."

Dirty, so very dirty.

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