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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furnaceface

Jono really wasn't completely certain what he was doing here, except that there had been an invite, and he couldn't block out the mood from everyone on the bloody island indefinitely, and he had a bottle of... some manner of wine that he wasn't going to be drinking himself for obvious reasons.

So, curiosity had gotten the better of him. He clearly wasn't here to do much in the way of snogging, after all. Maybe he'd just set a foot in the door, look around, give a satisfied nod that he'd gotten this far, and bail?

If nothing else, it would get the wine he was never going to drink out of his cupboards.

From:

holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com

"You're not staying?" Pam noticed Jono hovering near the door, and seemed horrified. "You're gonna miss the orgy."

From:

furnaceface

//Me?//

No, Jono. The other guy hanging out by the door looking uncomfortably randy and like he's about to bolt, both at the same time. Duh.

//I mean, er.// He shifted his weight awkwardly, and then shrugged his shoulders a bit. //I'm not completely certain I didn't get the wrong address...?//

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holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com

"Were you looking for an orgy?" she asked. "It's BYOB, so I have absinthe. And I brought wings, 'cause orgies make me hungry."

From:

furnaceface

//... So maybe I am in the right place. I brought some wine I was never going to drink. Er. No food, though.//

Because he was never going to eat it, either, and the only options he really had were mostly... a can of spaghetti that had been sitting in his cupboard since the last time he'd had a face.

So.

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holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com

"You can have some wings," Pam said. "Plus a fancy cheese plate thing or whatever. How's come you're not gonna drink your wine? Is it the cheap stuff?"

She wouldn't judge him, for bringing the cheap stuff. She'd drink the cheap stuff. Take it off his hands.

From:

furnaceface

//I don't think it's the cheap stuff,// Jono replied, a little awkwardly. //And I'll have to let you keep your wings, I'm afraid. I'm on a bit of, er, an everything-free diet.//

That was one way of putting it, yes.

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holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," Pam said, nodding. "Right! You're that guy that has, like, a fire all over his face. Right? That was you?"

Or maybe he was just a snarky British guy talking in her head for no real reason. Six of one ...

From:

furnaceface

//Ah... yes. That would be me.//

Good, good, he had a reputation, now, apparently?

In fairness, there weren't many other guys with fire where there faces went, here.

//... You've heard of me, then?//

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holyshitsnacks.livejournal.com

"Yeah, my roomie was like stalker-obsessed with you," she said. Note: Cheryl had not actually done anything about this alleged stalker-obsession, beyond mention Jono in lustful ways. That was restrained, for Cheryl. Pam was not really a reliable narrator, here. "She's way into fire. Dunno how the house is still standing."

From:

furnaceface

//Ah.//

Well, that was... creepy. And Jono was pretty certain he knew exactly who her roomie was, based on that.

//Well, that's... I'm very happy for your house?//

HOW DID YOU RESPOND TO THAT?

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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?"

From:

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.

From:

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...

From:

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!

From:

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.

From:

fjordicswagger

"Is that wine?" Tamsin asked, squinting at it. Eesh. "Guess there's some fancy types who'd be into that."

From:

furnaceface

//It's... all I had,// Jono replied with a shrug. //I used to keep plenty of lager on hand, but it's been long enough, I decided it's probably actually better not to trust it.//

A beat.

//I can leave and get something better, if you'd rather. I won't be drinking it.//

From:

fjordicswagger

"Nah," Tamsin decided. "You're cute, in that telepath--"

She tilted her head, eyed Jono's wrappings thoughtfully, and said, "...no mouth telepath kinda way. How far down does that go?"

Tamsin. Please.

From:

furnaceface

//No so far down that I don't have any good reason to be here,// Jono replied, with a wry look right back. If she was going to ask, of course he was going to answer.

... In no small part because there were a lot of very horny people here, and yes, he absolutely was picking up on the mood full-brunt, now.

From:

fjordicswagger

He was welcome to go sit in the living room and bask in it, if he wanted to. Tamsin wouldn't argue. Just saying.

"Fantastic," she said. "Then the crappy wine is an acceptable offering. Make sure to take your coat off. And maybe your shirt." Beat. "Though you could also go pants if that makes you more comfortable."

From:

furnaceface

//Coat and shirt I can do,// Jono decided. //I'll leave the bandages on for now, and I'll save my trousers for somebody to help me with later.//

They framed his ass very, very nicely, was the thing.

//Will that do?//

From:

fjordicswagger

Hey, Tamsin couldn't argue with that logic.

She held up a thumbs-up. "Works for me," she said. "I'll be by to ogle later."

She was pretty sure she was booked up into next month at this point, but that didn't mean she couldn't look.

From:

furnaceface

//I'll probably be around to be ogled for a while,// Jono replied, giving an approving nod to the thumbs-up as he shrugged his coat off.

It really helped that she was nothing at all like Dinah personality-wise, or the uncanny similarity between their faces might've made that entire exchange awkward.

... Or not at all, given the mood.

From:

fjordicswagger

Yes, lucky for Jono, Tamsin was more or less the anti-Dinah. And ogling his arms pretty intently as that jacket came off. Mmm. Yes, she was feeling pretty good about this one.

"Nice," she added, just in case he hadn't parsed that one from the looking.