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

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Talk to the Hostess

[fjordicswagger]

She's doing mental Is It Worth Staying At My Own Party Math if she isn't drinking.

Re: Talk to the Hostess

[living_endless]

"Good party so far," Didi said, between sips of something fruity and highly alcoholic."Do you think you're going to ask anybody to spend the night?"

Didi didn't think she herself would, but it was always nice to be flexible.

Re: Talk to the Hostess

[fjordicswagger]

"I'm trying to pick between Jessica and Mike," Tamsin sighed. "Though I might just get out of your hair if we're going to do more than swap spit."

Re: Talk to the Hostess

[living_endless]

"Good taste. And as long as you stay out of my room, you can swap whatever you want with whoever you want," Didi said, glancing over the guests. "I don't judge. I'm thinking about Constantine. Mostly because it'd scare the shit out of him if I tried."

OOC

[fjordicswagger]

Wheeee, party.