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

[filleauloup]

The anachronistic factor that meant Éponine still couldn't quite shake the notion that you didn't talk about these things?

"It isn't terrifying," she said with a mildly embarrassed laugh. "Only unfamiliar. But perhaps I will stop in again sometime soon. It's Wednesdays you're in, isn't it?"

This wasn't a stalky thing this time! She just had a pretty good idea of the island's routine by now.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

"When I remember," Irene admitted, a little sheepishly and accurately. "I teach Tuesdays, and I've got a girl in on Thursdays and a boy in on Fridays, so Wednesdays are the only time I really have to sneak in without stepping on employee toes, you know?"

Though you were totally getting an eyebrow raise for knowing that, Éponine, you smarty-pants, you.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[filleauloup]

Was Éponine's innocent look fooling anyone? Probably not. Oh well.

"I remember seeing you there a time or two on Wednesdays, when I come by with the mail," she explained. "Anyway, I'd have to ask questions and I'd rather not ask them of kids from the school."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

"Now that, luv, I can help with," Irene assured her, nodding. "I'm sure my employees could, too -- they're both lovely people -- but most of the adults on the island seem to rather like working with me just because of the whole...age thing."

She winked, smiling. "I'm very discreet, promise."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[filleauloup]

"Even better, then!" It wasn't really a question of propriety for Éponine, though, and more of her having issues with having to ask school kids to teach her about anything. "I am curious, there are so many interesting shapes and colors, and I'd like to know what they do."

Some part of her was horrified at herself, but it was stuck back in 1832.