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74 Godiva Street, AKA Tamsin and Death's Home Of More Alcohol Than Last Year, Saturday Evening

Okay, this party had been born out of actual need (for alcohol and getting laid) last year; this year, those factors weren't as urgent for Tamsin, who figured she could always drop in on Jessica or Mike if the night was a spectacular failure.

But hell, it'd been fun last time. Why the hell not?

There were black sheets hanging in front of the windows again, and pillows and sheets scattered all over the floor to make for little makeshift sitting spaces and nooks. There was an empty bottle (in case someone decided to play Spin the Bottle) sitting somewhere in the middle of the room, and in a fit of generosity Tamsin had thoughtfully supplied a bunch of bags of chips in case people wanted to eat stuff.

The glitter clinging to the sheets and the walls and whatnot: not her fault. Who'd ever heard of impromptu localized glitter storms before? At least the winds had died down well before the party actually started, but there was no way in hell she was vacuuming all that stuff up.

There. Party time.

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Well, they did have this nice pile of pillows that made the whole party seem like it was set in the 70's with a fishbowl full of keys somewhere. So, glasses houses, yes.

Tony hummed happily at the fingers in his hair, having no problem with almost pulling Sparkle into his lap for this to continue.

"Guilty," Jessica admitted. "But you are right. I wish I brought my body glitter. I think we could have had fun with that." She mostly meant 'we' as in the whole group, but at this point in the week, sure, she also meant herself and the girl she barely knew at all.

Oooh, closer? Sparkle could do closer. Sparkle could get right up close and comfortable, would be quite happy to press himself up against Tony and kiss him for all he was worth. That actually seemed like an excellent direction to steer this evening in. Or to be steered in, by Tony.

Who, and it was worth repeating, was a fantastic kisser. If Tony wanted him actually in his lap, Sparkle would be more than happy to oblige, in fact.

A week's worth of sexual frustration! It was probably a wonder there weren't some more, ah, enthusiastic displays around them.

"Well, this isn't how I expected my evening to go," Tony muttered, kissing at his jawline. Because it was there and Tony was pretty affectionate. It was disgusting. Really.

Seriously, super gross. Which was probably why Sparkle was leaning his head sideways a little and making that pleased humming sound, there.

"Good thing? Bad thing?"

If you said it was a bad thing, Tony, Sparkle would probably bite you.

He was a menace who was probably going to give Sparkle an interesting lovebite or two to explain tomorrow.

"A different thing," Tony replied diplomatically. "How did you expect yours?"

As if anybody ever thought too hard about it when Sparkle had lovebites. Especially after a week like this one.

"Mostly I figured I'd at least have something to drink if I didn't have someone to make out with," he replied, smirking. "Basically, I couldn't lose."

Unless somebody took the alcohol away and he still didn't get any. That would've been tragic.

"I'd be an idiot not to be interested, given how many times you've given my ass a 'get out of death free' card, and an idiot to get involved even on a temporary superficial level with any of you," he said bluntly. "It'd be like painting a target on my back bigger than the one I usually use to flip people off."

"But on one hand, you're hot and saner than the rest of them. On the other...." John sighed and let his head thump back against the wall. "...on the other it was at this time last year I was telling Jon he had to move on with being alive because he was being melancholy about you at one of these things."

You could see his moral dilemma here, Didi. Constantine was desperately trying to do the decent thing here, what with Jon being one of his best mates, and listen to his self-preservation instincts.

But you're hot and goth. If you started talking backwards and doing magic tricks, he'd be sunk.

He would have cried and had to build a pillow fort to survive.

"See, my plans were pretty similar. Though they generally ended with trying to work until I fell asleep in my lab."

Didi took the 'we' as applying mainly to the crowd, not that she was repelled by the thought of Jessica in body glitter or anything.

"Next year," she said wistfully. "Maybe we could have a whole arts and crafts area with body glitter and whipped cream and stuff. Encourage creativity, you know?"

"I'm sorry," Didi said genuinely. "Ultimate what, do you think?"

Yeah, but if he played his cards right, at least he'd maybe still have a lap to use as a pillow?

"See, I'd question the wisdom in drinking and then doing much work in your lab," Sparkle mused, "but I get the impression that you're really good with your hands."

Shameless. Just shameless.

"I really don't want to know. Their world sounded a little... testosterone filled."

Which was a good description of Ultimate Marvel.

"Jono's engaged now and it's not to me," Didi pointed out. "I haven't talked to him about it in depth, but I would hope he's not carrying some fucking torch at this point."

(Was she carrying one for him? Maybe. A little. But she wasn't going to get married, so it was beside the point.)

She sighed and leaned against the arm of the couch, hands in her lap. "It's an offer to kiss a little, John. Not a brain teaser. I'm not going to run and tell my family or announce it to the celestial board of immortal beings. I don't think they even care, at this point."

...true.

"That was a terrible line," Tony replied. Even though he was grinning because it was also hilarious. And he in no way helped by putting those hands on Sparkle's ass.

"I think I'm realizing that you're someone I should never talk to," Jessica said after a moment. "Because that's going to happen. Next time this stuff happens, I'm going to stock up on supplies, and it's your fault."

"But I can't help but notice that nobody is denying anything," Sparkle replied, encouraged by those hands on his ass to lean forward for some more kissing. Because there were hands on his ass and that was basically the greatest development of the week, right there.

Sparkle. Sparkle. That was clearly not something you wanted to be the highlight of your week. It made Tony sad for the island as a whole.

Tony hummed and kissed him back. There was even a shrug in there, but it was probably missed. Oh nooooo.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," Didi decided. "It's been way too long since anybody called me a bad influence."

"Oh, it was absolutely a compliment," Jessica said. "There aren't too many people who can be a bad influence on me. I usually make my own plans and stick to them. Outside influence is rare."

Sparkle was so not paying attention to the shrug. The highlight of his week - sad or not - was doing that humming and kissing thing, and that was exactly the sort of thing that drove Sparkle nuts in all the right ways. All of them. Every last one.

Go on, Tony. Tell him that this was sad. But you'd have to reclaim your mouth for that, and Sparkle was way more interested in what your tongue could do when you weren't using it to speak, right now.

Okay, that was a pretty decent incentive to drag one hand up Sparkle's spine to curl around the back of his neck to give a little squeeze. Also encouraged him to open his mouth to really show what a misspent youth taught him about kissing.

This was just going to end in things being thrown at them.

"That bottle there, the nearly full one." Cara had taken one whiff and her sneezing had somehow gotten worse.

Hello, I'm Cara, and I have manners like a normal person.

Even if it did? So worth it. Every bit worth it. It might take a few things being thrown at them to convince Sparkle it was time to stop, mind.

His takeaway from this, at this point, was that Tony's misspent youth was spent learning all of the best life skills.

Now it was Sparkle's turn to put his hands on Tony's ass. Because it was a very nice ass, and it would be a shame to let it feel all left out.

Superheroing did do wonderful things for you as an exercise routine.

Tony inhaled sharply, sitting up a little more attentively and pulling Sparkle in close enough to be chest to chest. And hopefully Sparkle was paying more attention to Tony's ass and less to the odd bump in the middle of his chest. That'd be awesome.

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