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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"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."

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