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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"You ever slept with an employee?" asked an employee. "I'm asking for a friend."

"Never had any before," Eliot admitted. "I ain't touchin' that kitchen staff, though."

Not even towards the end of a week of sex pollen and after what was looking to be really incredible amounts of alcohol. Those guys were skeezy.

"That. Is smart." Kenzi nodded hard. Sooooo that would be a maybe on non-kitchen staff! Yay! ...look, she could think about it, allright?

"You had lotsa bosses?"

"Only a few, long term. Used to freelance a lot, though, so that's a kind of 'whoever's payin' you is the boss' gig."

"And that can make you feel all skeezy," Kenzi agreed, nodding. "Even if you want to, 'cause, Hot Boss." She frowned, thinking about that, then brightened a little. "Unlessssss you totally decide you quit for the duration of whatever!"

Eliot laughed. "Yeah, I suppose you could do somethin' like that."

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