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

[fjordicswagger]

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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Re: Arrive/Mingle

[myownface]

You know, normally Sparkle would have seriously paused to consider the sort of party this was, and the sort of week this was, and the likelihood that he'd run into somebody who used to, like, teach him or something. But honestly, most of the people left of the island who had once taught him were people he just wasn't attracted to anyway, and this week had been frustrating in all sorts of fun ways, and...

Look, Sparkle had a bottle of Fireball whiskey and a jug of apple cider if anyone wanted something to mix it with, and he wasn't afraid to use it.

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[fjordicswagger]

"Half classy, half hipster," Tamsin judged, looking at his choice in drinks. "I'll allow it."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[myownface]

"I like to think of it as an even division of flavour," Sparkle quipped, lifting the Fireball up in a half-salute. Was he still antsy around the mayor who looked startlingly similar to Dinah? Absolutely. Was he more interested in distracting himself from the itch this week had given him? You betcha! "Never been told my tastes were hipster before, though. That one's new."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[fjordicswagger]

"You never hear of the whole 'microbrews' thing?" Tamsin said. "That's where all the cider-drinking people are at these days, I think. I dunno. I'm just sick of seeing beer commercials full of bearded twenty-year-olds."

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[myownface]

"And this," Sparkle decided, "is why I torrent shit."

No commercials if you were breaking the law!

"Anyway, my thing is more 'recovering gutter punk' than hipster. I don't think I could do the whole 'before it was cool' snob thing if I tried."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[fjordicswagger]

"Just as long as you don't start growing a beard," Tamsin said critically, tilting her head at him. "You do that, and you're not getting into any of my parties."

Re: Arrive/Mingle

[myownface]

"Some future version of me had one," Sparkle replied, squinting one eye a little. "He, like, kept it neatly groomed because god I can't handle bad hygiene, like, ever. Buuuut I'm in no hurry to become that guy. Fuck that guy."

... Not literally. That guy was still not into ladies.