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: Eat! If Actual Food Arrives!

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"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."

Re: Eat! If Actual Food Arrives!

[living_endless]

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

Re: Eat! If Actual Food Arrives!

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"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."