Room 304; Early Wednesday Evening [03/04]: Summer (and Amaya!)'s Pre-Pub Crawl Jello Shot Pre-Game.

[somethingwithturquoise]

You know, Summer was feeling pretty proud of herself, for not only throwing together a (totally responsible adult) room party, but also managing to make all the jello shots she wanted to and still making sure to eventually give herself the time to go and fulfil a long-held childhood dream of being a mermaid (sort of; ugh, mermaid!dimension Summer was, like, such a stupid lucky bitch!).

And she did not skimp on the shots, either. She had Under the Sea shots and Shark Attack shots, the classic and classy Sex on the Beach shot, Pina Colada, Ocean Margarita, Mango Cosmopolitan...

...needless to say, there were choices. And plenty of leftover booze from making them if anyone wanted to just skip the jello part. If Summer would let them, anyway.

So now all she needed was people to show up. Which she hoped they would. She was kind of trying not to think about if no one did. And not just because Amaya had already started lining up a few shots with a thoughtful, speculative look on her face as if trying to figure out the quickest way to down them in a race.

For both of their sakes, she hoped people showed up. Please, save these two from themselves.


[[ posted here to save the poor evening thread and posted early because I have to scuttle off to work. Open to all the ~adults~ of the group who would have received the invite, though I suppose students could definitely try to sneak in. No OCD, just come in, hang out, have jello! ]]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I do like to liven up a good hotel room party," Lucifer said, half-turning to consider the room, then turning right back again.

He certainly reached for his own second jello shot. "It continues to baffle me that we have so many attractive people on the island, and yet so few big, decadent parties. You're a rare one around here, Summer."

Did he need to keep hitting on her? No. Was it fun? Yes.

[somethingwithturquoise]

But why did he have to go and be so good at it? And why did she have to be so aware of just why it was so good?

Summer knew she couldn't keep the utterly pleased smile off her face at something like that, so she wasn't even going to bother trying. She'd use that energy instead of just amp up the confidence in her response.

"Yeah," she said, "the party scene in Fandom has always been weirdly absymal, at least in my experience. All the more reason to mix it up a bit when I can."

Although she really hadn't been doing many parties for a while.

She should definitely do more parties.

A thought that pretty much had to be accompanied thoughtfully by that second shot.

[my_own_advocate]

"You do really have to make it to the Devil's Nest more often when you're finally in the right arbitrary age bracket," Lucifer said. He considered his new jello shot. "Red, hm? Cheers."

And back it went.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer had been very dedicatedly trying to avoid anything that might have brought attention to that particular subject, but, hey, if he was bringing it up...it was probably the best time to mention it. And also a good time to grab one more shot and be very grateful that she'd had the foresight to set up the party so that at least one kind of shot was conveniently in arm's reach no matter where in the room you were standing.

"Unless," she noted, lifting the shot so it was ready to consume as soon as she finished her thought, "certain people in charge saw it fit to occasionally waive such arbitrary age brackets."

Because who the fuck even knew what could happen in a year and a half? Who the fuck even knew what could happen by the end of the night?

[my_own_advocate]

Well, Seivarden was going to get insanely drunk and Lucifer was literally going to princess carry her to their hotel room, that was going to happen by the end of the night...

Though who knew, Lucifer could come back, if given an interesting enough offer?

"Yes, well, I'm still in the process of getting Eric to understand he no longer owns the club," he said. "And I'm not going to let children run amock, but the over-eighteen crowd should get to drink, no?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"It would be a bit more worth my time," said Summer, as if it wasn't just her particular dedication to just playing it absolutely cool that had been holding her back, "if I was getting more out of it than just a wide variety of weird Japanese sodas that I could literally have stocked in my store," Shunsui's store, but details, details, like Lucifer said about the Nest, it was all just a matter of whose name was on the paperwork, right?, "within a day. Not to mention the added bonus of it being a pretty clear assertation of your ownership to settle on a new direction that makes way more business sense, anyway."

[my_own_advocate]

"I feel like Eric didn't take into consideration the growing contingent of former students who decide to keep loitering around the island well after graduation," Lucifer agreed. He reached for a third shot.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Hi, yes, okay, so, sure, sure, she knew she was mentally complaining about it just a few moments ago, but could he maybe just go back to all the flattering stuff and not throw around terms like 'keep loitering'? It was decidedly not cute and was reminding her that she had been trying to duck out of this conversation, but for entirely different reasons now.

Summer kind of wanted to protest, but, instead, she just smiled sweetly and said, "So it's a good thing you showed up when you did to set it right, huh?"

Hey, look. One more shot!

"For all those loitering former students," she added, because she couldn't just leave it alone, and down went the shot, with the next part coming just as quickly as it went down, "and-or people with extenuating circumstances who don't really have much of a choice."

She kinda felt it was a pretty important distinction. One that she was just going to drop in there and then flee.

"Anyway!" she concluded brightly. "Didn't I say somehting earlier about other guests that might need tending to?"

[my_own_advocate]

"You did," Lucifer said easily. And then, not because he could read minds - he wasn't a Jedi - but because she was just that obvious... "The word 'loitering's not a value judgment on you, darling. You seem rather too extraordinarily competent for it."

He picked up his fourth shot.

"Do what you need to do," he said, "But if you're lonely by the end of this crawl, do come find me."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer's chin lifted slightly, because that was...better. The extraordinarily helped. So did competent, more than she wanted to admit.

Not that it mattered when, immediately after that, she couldn't help getting all charged up again. But she snorted a laugh, refusing to let herself even start to entertain that idea (well, okay, no, it was too late for that, she was definitely entertaining it, and how, but she wasn't going to let it rev up to 60, how about that?), grinning at him as she turned to start to gravitate toward someone else for a while.

"If I'm lonely by the end of it," she stated, "then I'm clearly not doing it right."

BUt now it was going to be there, lurking in the back of her brain, the entire night. And the question of whether or not it was really worth being this stubborn over a perceived sense of control over the situation.

"I will be back to find out your favorite, though!" she sang out, before turning to finally latch onto....

"Shunsui!"

Ah, crap. Too late now, though, it was time to get exceptionally involved in a conversation about whether or not sake would make a good jello shot, apparently.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer waved her off idly, completely ignorant of whatever struggle was knocking on in her head, and returned his attention to the jello shots.

"Oooh, Sex on the Beach!"

Plan Utter And Total Repression For A Decade was working out nicely!