fjordicswagger | 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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"Do anything you regret yet?" Didi asked sympathetically. "I haven't, but ... well, I don't get out a lot."

And also being Endless meant sex pollen didn't affect her quite as much as everybody else, but that detail seemed a tiny bit heavy for this early in the conversation.

"Then it's convenient that potential bad decisions have come to you," Jessica said. "I played the troopers in a game of strip poker and cheated. It's not the only thing I've done, but it's the only thing I've regretted."

Didi had to think about that one for a second. "Wait, did you cheat to win, or cheat to lose?" she asked. "I can see pros and cons either way."

Jessica considered that. "I cheated to win. But if I was into guys, I probably would have played fair to see what happened."

"I'm betting on orgy," Didi suggested. "But maybe not in the Trooper's station."

"After getting to know them, I'm not positive about that," Jessica said. Mainly because she was pretty sure the clone thing might make things confusing and ruin the mood. "But what do I know? A week ago, I wouldn't have guessed that I'd be at a party like this. Fandom's full of sudden surprises."

"It is that," Didi said, gesturing to the glitter in the corners. "For example, do you think Tamsin and I chose the decor? We had a freaking glitter squall while she was getting ready."

"I was telling Tamsin that you guys are lucky I didn't decorate the place," Jessica said. "I'm a former Student Council President. Years later, I still have the urge to throw glitter absolutely everywhere. This could have been way worse. Everyone would be covered in sparkles." Which would be pretty hot, you had to admit.

Didi groaned. "So you're one of the ones who used to torture us," she joked lightly. "... though I have to admit, seeing everybody in this crowd covered in sparkles wouldn't be all bad."

"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.

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 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."

"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."

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

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