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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"Look who's bringing in the fancy," Tamsin said. And on any other week, she would have in fact been eyeing the bottle of wine.

Now, though, well, it was taking her a second to remember the wine was further down and Jessica's face was further up than where she was looking.

Another week and Jessica might have been more annoyed than flattered by that, but she had already checked south of Tamsin's face a couple times in about 10 seconds, so she couldn't complain. "I was Student Council President back in the day. You're lucky I'm not bringing a bucket of body glitter. I thought this might be more appreciated."

"I don't know," Tamsin said, "This week? I might have been cool with the body glitter. Not that the island isn't bringing it in for free right now."

Ah, look. There was Jessica's face.

Jessica just caught sight of the glitter. "That is much more restrained than I would have gone with," Jessica decided. "Although I guess all you need for body glitter is glitter and a body, and you definitely have both of those." Jessica confirmed it the other day! Tamsin's body was real!

"Thanks for noticing," Tamsin said, a little dryly, and not at all like someone who would one day show up in her lady love's bedroom dressed in nothing but ribbons.

"Come on in. Get covered in glitter. Maybe make out a little."

Look, she was hosting a party in sex pollen week. She knew the score.

"Does it have to be in that order?" Jessica asked, walking in. "I mean, coming in first, sure. Otherwise things get awkward and public."

"I don't think anybody gives a damn about awkward and public this week," Tamsin said, but she shut the door anyway and trailed after Jessica. "I'm good with any order."

"Maybe not a full damn, but I could see myself giving a darn," Jessica said, swaying her hips as she walked to make sure Tamsin appreciated her trailing position. "The food and alcohol go over there where there's food and alcohol, I'm guessing?"

Tamsin was very appreciative of the effort. (It didn't hurt that technically 'do-gooding brunette' was kind of her type, not that she'd admit it, so she was enjoying this whole Jessica thing a lot.)

"Well, they don't go in the bathroom," she said, somewhat distractedly. "I cleared the table for it. If we get a surplus, it'll go on the floor."

"Just the bottles, I'm hoping," Jessica teased as she made her way to the table. "There's a certain level of dignity I expect from a hook-up party and food on the floor doesn't clear that bar."

"That's why we call it a hook-up party," Tamsin said. "Anyone looking for the fetish orgy club can go hit up the Devil's Nest tonight."

She didn't come there often. It sounded like that kind of place. Especially with the vampire.

Jessica laughed. "What do you think happens there?" Jessica asked as she set everything down. "It's just a bar and dance club."

"... As far as I know."

"Have you met Eric?" Tamsin said. "I like him, but he's a thousand-year-old pervert."

Youngster.

"During a game of I Never, yes," Jessica said. "And I'm sticking with my story despite that."

"Stick with what you want," Tamsin said, shrugging. "I'm not going over there to see if there's a bunch of vampires screwing in the back or not."

"I really wish checking that out didn't sound like such a fun idea right now," Jessica said, a little dreamily. "I'm just glad there are better options here." Yeah, Tamsin. She meant you. That was probably clear by the look she was giving.

Funnily enough, somehow, that look made the jacket drop right off of Tamsin's shoulders, revealing her bare arms and the rest of the tank top she was wearing underneath.

Or maybe Tamsin had just shook off the jacket and was currently dropping it in a corner.

"You wanna go upstairs while the party's still young?"

"I was hoping to check out the party a little bit first," Jessica said, stepping forward to take Tamsin's hand. "But I guess we can't get everything we want. The party will still be here in a little bit."

Tamsin let her, but then she took the lead, tugging Jessica towards the stairs. "It's a party," she said, "We can flip back and forth between making out and getting drunk with these losers, no problem."

"That sounds like a pretty great night, actually," Jessica said, following closely. "Any time you need a break from the party, just let me know."

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

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