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]

Could you be fashionably late to a pre-pub crawl bash? Well, Lucifer was certainly trying his best!

He was even dressed, nice white shirt and blue vest and all. You didn't bring a speedo to a pre-pub crawl, unless of course you were in the suburbs and attempting to annoy a grumpy, gorilla-handed fake husband-- anyway.

"Is this," he called from the door, "where I can find the jello?"

[somethingwithturquoise]

"It is!" said Summer, beaming her response, but not, like, because she was pleasantly surprised to see him or anything, please. But now she was just a bit suspicious about whether Seivarden's supposed 'plans for later' were just an excuse to try and bail early. Which meant she was better off just trying not to think about it.

"There's a good variety to choose from, too," she noted. "Come on in, join the party. I'm glad you could make it."

Even if it was super annoying that she found she really meant that.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, it does seem to be the prime location to watch a group of so-called responsible adults get completely shitfaced," Lucifer said brightly, stepping inside. "It sounded like a laugh."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well, it's definitely turning out to be an...interesting crowd," said Summer, looking around the room, which now included two of her bosses, a toddler, and at least three people Seivarden Vendaai had slept with. "So, yeah, this is already pretty great and we haven't even gotten to the good part yet. But, hey, what can I get for you? You want to start with anything in particular or should I get you a full flight of one each?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Bring me the whole flight, bring it on," Lucifer said, grinning. "You haven't steered me wrong the one time I've tried them." Beat. "In more ways than one."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer knew she couldn't blame the hefty sampling of the ingredients while she was making the jello shots earlier for the pink that was creeping up on her cheeks with that comment, but she was definitely going to be patting herself wholeheartedly on the back for the fact that, despite that, her response came out cool and smooth.

"What can I say?" she said, shrugging one shoulder, and giving him a faint smirk. "I know my stuff. Be right back."

She went to go collect a little sampling of all the different shots, while also telling her to collect her shit, because what. the. hell, Summer.

Then she was back, with a small tray of each of the shots neatly, prettily arranged. "You know want to know what's what?" she asked. "Or are we going in blind?"

[my_own_advocate]

Oooh, nice casual brush-off, Summer.

Lucifer was still grinning when she got back. "Ah, you know me, I like to live dangerously," he said merrily, reaching for the first shot. "Besides, aesthetics demands I do these in order regardless."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, this wasn't exactly her first trip to the awkward and ill-advised crush on the devil rodeo, after all.

She was kind of hoping to avoid more than the first, though, which was what made her beaming grin back so particularly annoying.

But she had worked on sort of a plan to curb it a little.

"Well," she said, as she sutbly tried to abandon the whole tray into Lucifer's possession, "as much as I'm dying to hear what you think, I wouldn't be a very good host if I spent all night playing favorites, would I? I should go," clear her head a little...probably with vodka, "make sure everyone else is being properly jello'd and let you enjoy those in peace. And maybe," she emphasized it with a grin, "I'll be around later to see which one you liked best."

[my_own_advocate]

But this was a devil who was on his way up, Summer! ... and a devil who had just gone through an absolutely horrific sort-of break-up he had completely and utterly not recovered from whatsoever to the point where he was back in therapy, but you know, that had a certain charm, didn't it?

"Are you trying to poison me?" he asked, amused. "Or simply trying to play hard to get? Come on, miss Smith. At least drink one with me."

[somethingwithturquoise]

No! No it didn't! Crap like that was what got her all wrapped up in things the first time! Ugh.

But, at the moment, Summer was just contending with a persistent whine of daaaammmmiiiiitttttt! in the back of her head, because she thought that was good on her part. Like, really good. But it didn't take into account the fact that he was, like, really really good.

But maybe if she focused on the challenge of it, she could ignore the other stuff more easily, too.

"Are you," she shot back smoothly, "trying to monopolize all my time and keep me from my other guests? But you're right. We should at least do one together."

Or two. Because she was definitely grabbing two of the nearest ones for herself.

Dammit!

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer grinned even more broadly - and shamelessly - and held up his jello shot. "I can monopolize a little time from my favorite competitor, can't I?" he said. "I haven't even gotten around to complimenting you on the excellent party yet."

[somethingwithturquoise]

Ugh. So good. It was so not even fair.

But Summer did have to note that she felt she was holding her own pretty well over here, and that wasn't nothing. Even if that little pep of confidence managed to let some of the complete spazzy dork inside of her out enough that, when she lifted her shot in response, she moved it in to 'clink' it against Lucifer's before downing it like a champ to show that she was just as good at taking jello shots as she was at making them.

But not, like, in a desperate, pathetic way or anything. Obviously.

And she finished with a contented sort of sigh as she looked around the room. "It is a pretty good start, isn't it?" she said proudly, and feeling it was important to note that this was just the first part, what with stupid comments about later plans being the whole reason she was even being a complete spazzy dork inside in the first place.

[my_own_advocate]

"Is that mango I taste?" Lucifer asked, looking thoughtful as he considered the flavor of the jello shot. "Going for a bit of a classic cocktails with a twist vibe tonight, are we?"

He grinned sunnily. "It does seem to have brought in a crowd."

[1000yearstoolate]

"There's plenty to choose from, apparently."

Seivarden was currently cheating, with a glass of unjellified cheap rum.

[my_own_advocate]

"And yet, I see you're not consuming any," Lucifer noted.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Oh, I'm just keeping Summer in suspense about whether I will," she said, grinning. "Oh, and making sure Amaya doesn't have too many of them."

[my_own_advocate]

"Are you worried she's going to try to start a drinking competition again?" Lucifer asked, amused.

[1000yearstoolate]

"She was sick last week. She even had to call a substitute teacher. Someone needs to keep an eye on her."

Seivarden considered herself the best person to do that, of course.

[my_own_advocate]

"Awwww," Lucifer said, "Look at you, adorably fawning over our buxom blacksmith's health."

[1000yearstoolate]

"She's a friend," Seivarden pointed out. "A d not always good at knowing her limits."

She snorted, amused. "Are you saying I'm coming across as overprotective?"

[my_own_advocate]

"A little fussy, perhaps," Lucifer said, though he was obviously amused by it, himself. "I'm picturing you showing up at her door with chicken soup."

[1000yearstoolate]

"You have to be subtle with Amaya."

This might be funny coming from Seivarden.

"So far she's doing fine though."

She threw a glance in Amaya's direction then turned back to Lucifer, grinning. "Any plans after this?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I figured I would drink copious amounts of liquor and figure it out from there," Lucifer said, grinning.

[1000yearstoolate]

"If you get bored of the jello shots there are options," Seivarden said taking a sip from her drink. "You have an unfair advantage though."

[my_own_advocate]

"True, the chances of me actually getting drunk here are close to zero, regrettably," he sighed.