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 ]]

Comments

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[begmetwice.livejournal.com]

And now you were getting another, slightly more critical once-over, Mike, because she didn't know you were in the industry before! "Oh, god, I bet you were good at it," she said after a moment, glancing back up to his face with a conspiratorial smile. "Why'd you stop?"

Because seriously. She, for one, would have made it rain for you, Mike.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[newroutines]

Yeah, people had done a decent amount of that. He rubbed the back of his head and gave a chuckle, though more wry than before. "Needed a big life change. Didn't want to get stuck doing just one thing forever, you know?"