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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"Hi, don't think we've met," Tony replied, offering over the bottle.

The bottle was getting grabbed first. Priorities, okay? There were enough hot people around here, she could be picky. ... in whether to address the booze or the hot person first.

"I'm Tamsin," she offered. "Welcome to the party, make yourself at home, yadda yadda."

"Tony," he replied, more than a little amused by the manners. Or lack there of. "Nice to meet you."

"It's a pleasure," Tamsin said. That was about as polite as she got. "I'm really digging the goatee, by the way."

You are just so lucky Tony had more class than other people and did not immediately go with 'mustache ride', Tamsin.

So lucky.

"It's a signature," Tony replied. "I'm digging your--well its tough to pick one thing here."

Flattery, thy name is Tony Stark

"I know," Tamsin sighed.

What? She knew.

"We have some shadowy corners if you want to dig something else later," she added.

Tamsin.

That got a startled laugh out of Tony. "Oh, I like you already."

"That part's optional," Tamsin said, "But nice."

Tony's taste did run toward 'capable of murdering me' so...

"I'm not sure if that's working for me or not." It definitely was.

Tamsin shrugged.

Then she took a step forward and planted one on him.

Well Tony couldn't be rude and not kiss her back. He was such a polite person after all.

"Definitely working," he decided.

"Mhm, yes," Tamsin said, pulling back. "You'll do."

"How have I not met you before this?"

Tamsin shrugged. "I don't know," she said, "It's very sad for you."

"My life is already better."

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