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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"I've never..." Tony had to think about this. "Had sex with an extra-terrestrial or extra-dimensional being."

John sighed and took a nice, loooooooong drink. "Just say no to magic, boys and girls."

"Easily!" Ah, Tony was pleasantly buzzed, it would seem.

Bond didn't drink, and was feeling quite disappointed in himself.

"Yet," Eliot said. "That I know of." And didn't drink.

And once again, no drinking for Kitty. Even if she knew people who had.

"Interesting one," Jack said approvingly, and then drank. Ronan had spent so much time on other planets he practically counted as an alien.

"Is Navaan an alien?" Pam asked. "'Cause she can do weird shit with herself, like make copies, but that might make her magical or some shit."

"I'm a vampire!" Navaan called back. "Not an alien! The real question is do jelly golems count?"

Hannibal considered it and decided that Raven counted, so he took a drink.

Jono needed to sort of think on that one for a moment.

//... Two personifications of intangible concepts and counting.//

Death and Pride. Good job, Jono.

"Personifications of concepts?" Constantine snorted in amusement. "How'd you manage something like that? Go bang a muse or an Endless?"

After all, no one in their right mind nailed the Endless. Not if you wanted to live. Muses though... John would give him a high-five if he'd gotten a muse.

Ah, well. There was a pang in that heart Jono didn't have. He shrugged his shoulders a little, lamenting that he'd taken his coat off earlier. He'd be shoving his hand into his pocket to hold on to a little green scrap of paper, if he was still wearing it.

//Endless,// he said, simply. //Death.//

Didi.

Right, that was beer coming out of Constantine's nose.

"You nailed everyone's favorite goth cheerleader, and the annoying brother didn't smite you? Desire didn't fuck-up your life for funsies? Fucking hell, Jon, I thought you weren't even from my universe!?"

//Dream wasn't terribly fond of me, no,// Jono allowed. //Only other one I ever met was Delirium. She was alright. And no, I'm not from your universe. She... she got a year-long day-pass, spent it here. I know it is not given to mortals to love the bloody Endless.//

He was bunching his shoulders up, just the slightest bit.

//I mostly just knew her as Didi, until she left.//

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"Yeah, well, the blighter isn't fond of me either, unless he wants something. I don't think he's even fond of himself," he said, shrugging. "Only things he really loves are his sisters, I'll give him that."

Constantine closed his eyes, and leaned back. "'And one day every century, it is given unto Death one day to live and die as a mortal, so that she may better understand the value of the life she takes,'" he recited. "--pay no mind to Dream. That whole 'not given' bullshit was made up because he's a shit boyfriend."

//He's a shit lot of things,// Jono replied, shrugging his shoulders a little. Dream could turn him inside-out if he wanted. Hell, Jono wouldn't doubt if half his nightmares were courtesy of his ex-girlfriend's brother. He wasn't terribly intimidated, all the same. //But Didi - Death and I got one year. We took it.//

It had been the single greatest year of his life. Far from perfect, but... good. It had been a very good year.

John waved one hand dismissively. "She wanted to be Didi, call her Didi. It's who she was, innit? Calling her by her nature... that's dismissing her desire for Free Will that she was expressing when she chose to stick around as long as she could instead of obeying Destiny and all that nonsense. Good on her."

//Good on her,// Jono agreed, nodding faintly. //Honestly... Even if all I ever see her as from here on in is Death, if I ever do see her again... it'd be hard to call her anything but Didi.//

He loved Didi. Still did, after all. He'd met Death, and she'd been so thoroughly Didi and so very much other besides, and even then, she'd been Didi, to him. Didi was gone, Didi was walking away, Didi wasn't his anymore.

"We all see her eventually, some of us more than once," John said. "Hell, I'm damn sure Mad Hettie's immortal, and she sees the cheerleader more than anyone. And that one, she makes her own rules. You'll see her again. She'll come for you, when you need her."

He took a long pull on his beer. "So stop moping. There's plenty of pretty people here, and she's not going to begrudge you a good flirt or two because you're living. Pam's giving away free blowjobs, and girl looks like she knows what she's doing."

You're so helpful, John. Best relationship advice ever.

//I wasn't-// Okay, no, that thing there? That one that he was about to say? That was a damn dirty lie and Jono knew it. //... I occasionally do mope about losing her, yes. But she's told me herself, even since leaving, that I need to keep living. That's what I'm here for, that's what I'm trying to do.//

And, okay, maybe work off some of that ambient sexual frustration while he was at it, too.

"There's a difference between living and actually being alive, mate," he snorted with dry amusement. "Or living in the past, for that matter."

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It probably said something that Clint had to think for a moment before deciding not to take a drink. He'd certainly met some weird people, thanks to SHIELD.

Kenzi happily drank. Thanks, Seifer! "... I think that guy counts, anyway."

"I knew I shoulda fucked the Fun God when I had the chance," Navaan said, sulking.