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

[sharp_as_knives]

And curiosity had brought Hannibal here, too, although at the sight of the old mattress he very nearly turned right back around. Still, he wasn't about to be outlasted at a party by Jono, so he sighed, ignored the lack of decor, and held his own wine carefully. "Can you see our hostess?"

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[furnaceface]

//Not yet,// Jono replied, //though it's... quite busy here. She might be...//

Hooboy.

//... Otherwise occupied? At the moment?//

Give him another five minutes, Hannibal. If he didn't bolt for the door by then, either it was a miracle, or somebody who wasn't particularly choosy about kissing skills had dragged him off. The mattress really wasn't going to be the make-it-or-break-it deal here for him, though. Jono had fairly low standards in that regard.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[sharp_as_knives]

"So I see." Hannibal unslung his bag and pulled out the food he'd brought with him. "Well, I should put these on the table." He eyed the crowd. "Wish me luck." Whether that meant getting molested or not...

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[furnaceface]

//Good luck,// Jono offered. //I'll... look around some, perhaps.//

If he stepped inside a little more, it'd be more difficult to bolt!

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal wasn't going to insist about this party, don't worry, Jono. He was just going to squeeze your shoulder and then head for the table.