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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"But some beers taste good and get you drunk." Eliot took the can and popped the top. "Admittedly, this stuff ain't the worst I've had."

That would be Thief Juice. Thank you, Hardison.

"Stop being a beer snob and get on my level," Vic said shaking her head and pulling out a ball point pen.

She stabbed the bottom of the can with a pen and covered the hole with her thumb. She then put her mouth around the hole and popped the top of the beer and proceeded to shotgun it.

When she finished she gave Eliot a big grin and offered him a new beer and the pen.

"You're takin' me right back to my army days," Eliot said. Not to be outdone, he took the beer and the pen.

He was not as good at this as Vic was.

"Now wouldn't it be a shame to waste good beer on this kind of activity?" Vic teased.

Eliot coughed a little. "Damn shame," he agreed. He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. "I think I need a towel."

Vic laughed and reached out to pat a couple of spots with the cuff of her jacket. "Ready for another?"

"You tryin' to get me trashed, Moretti?"

Not that Eliot objected. Or that he would get trashed on a few crappy beers.

"Gee, Spencer. Am I that obvious?" Vic replied. "Here I thought I was being oh-so-subtle."

"As subtle as your beer is," Eliot told her. "You may have to try a little harder."

His second attempt at shotgunning since he'd left the army went a bit better than the first. Way less beer leaking out the sides.

"Exactly how hard to I have to try to get my point across?" Vic asked with a mischievous grin.

"Well, that depends on your point," Eliot teased. "I'd hate to get mixed signals. You might sic a bear on me."

Vic rolled her eyes and reached out to grab Eliot's shirt to pull him in for a rather short but messy kiss.

"Is this clear enough for you?"

"Yeah, that'd do it." And Eliot went in for another kiss, maybe a little longer this time.

"Mmm," Vic agreed as she leaned into said kiss and gave him sly look when they finished. "Let's say you and I find a few more beers and do something we'll probably regret tomorrow."

"Darlin', I ain't gonna regret anything."

"Then you haven't been doing it right," Vic teased and reached out to take him by his hand and lead him... elsewhere.

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