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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Jono scratched thoughtfully at the wrappings on the back of his neck, trying to think of something that he hadn't done that hadn't already been listed.

When that failed, he started ticking through things that he had done, instead.

//I've never...// 'Blown up my girlfriend while trying to make out with her in a coatroom' was off-limits, here. Along with every other blowing-up-related option, really. //... been quite happy to be tied up and dominated, before.//

He was fortunate he couldn't blush. Especially since he was knocking back his empty glass to mime taking a drink, there.

Clint took a drink and absolutely did not look at Kitty, because he really didn't need to know if he was giving her ideas.

Eliot was not even remotely ashamed to take a drink to that one. Admittedly, it helped that he was very, very drunk. And that Parker and Hardison weren't here to see it.

What did you saaaay to that when it was an ex-boss? And he's with an ex-teacher?

"Mazel tov!"

Yeah, that'll work.

If Jono had a tongue, he'd be sticking it out at you, Kenzi.

//Er... thank you.//

What? There was nothing wrong with a little (lot of) bondage and some good old-fashioned-- anyway.

Navaan hadn't really been paying attention to the rules. And had been drinking a lot. Sooo, she was a little confused by the phrasing.

"Wait, so are we drinking if we have tied someone up or if we've been tied up or what?"

Dammit, now she was missing Ivan (http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/doesdoctorstuff/54143955/11021/11021_1000.jpg). And that guy with the secrets (http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/doesdoctorstuff/54143955/12084/12084_1000.jpg).

"I still have that St. Whatshisface Cross in my room," she added, nostalgic.

[Again, links sooo NSFW]

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