somethingwithturquoise | Room 308; Wednesday Evening [10/12].

Ah, yes, what better way to follow up a day heavy on war stuff than a jello shot party in what was essentially a hotel room! But, look, the Wednesday night jello room parties were just a tradition at this point, and Summer practically centered the first half of her trips around making them happen, so she was going to be very disappointed if no one even bothered to show up.

She was going to have a very rough Thursday if she had to do all these jello shots by herself (minus the one or two she could convince Barry to choke down).

So the mass texts to everyone had been sent out, as well as texts to Annie and Rey to show off the jello shot spread and show off what they were missing (with an added text to Annie that went something along the lines of seriously, though, u good? do you need anything? everything cool?), and she just had to finish with the set up. There was some beer and sodas and whatever leftover liquor didn't go into the shots and wine (because France) and some moddable snacks, but, of course, most of the attention was in the jello shots, which included some apple cider ones featuring cider from the countryside and chocolate covered strawberries with chocolate from the local chocolatier. Pears made an appearance in the line up, as did pumpkin. Of course there was champagne, a chocolate eclair, and.....mac and cheese....but, you know, with fancy local cheeses, because that made it better.

Look, just because they were in France, didn't mean you were free from at least That One Shot.

So it was time to party! Chaperones only! Summer will pay Rosa good money to make sure students stay out.

(She would have roped Goose and Sidon into it, but she knew them both well enough to know that while they did cut impressive figures as bouncers, she was pretty sure they would just encourage just letting every one in).

[[ open room party is open! posted here to get the most party bang out of my party buck and general readability. No OCD. Have at it! ]]

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"We've hung out a few times. He's really fun. Good kisser too," Connor added with a crooked grin. He was very much not the kiss-and-tell type but that has been a lot of shots... sorry Michael.

“I will have to take your word for it,” Cutter blinked a bit at that, as he went to pick up his next shot and paused, “you know Claudia was a good kisser too,” okay they had only had a few kisses but well he missed her and he was definitely now fully in the over sharing details that he would not normally talk about stage.

Ah that was what getting hammered with friends was about right? Oversharing and then hoping neither remembered what was said the following day, and if anyone DID remember they would just be cool about it and never bring it up ever again.... that was the point in drinking with friends right?

"I still don't remember a Claudia..." Connor said his brow furrowing slightly. "I wish I could. She meant that much to you, wish I could remember her..."

“She was the best,” Cutter sighed, “I still have a photo, that didn’t disappear … it’s in my wallet,” that was back in their room, was he likely to remember telling Connor this detail before hand, probably not, “I miss her,” and then he threw back another shot … which he’d picked up another mac n cheese, it was probably due to how drunk he already was but it turned out he was liking the mac n cheese shots.

"It sucks," Connor said with a slow nod and a slight wince at what that motion did to the slight pounding in his head. "Claudia went and left ya... and Helen went and killed ya... Caroline betrayed me... and Abbey left me... women are just cruel." Connor downed the last shot as one of the last lingering sober brain cells he had at that moment set off the 'said too much' alarm, which he hardly noticed at that moment.

Cutter's brain was quite fuzzy at that point but even he paused to pick up on 'Helen went and killed ya'.

"Wait...Helen killed me?"

He blinked, tentatively going to his stomach to make sure that he was actually still alive right then. Even though with the amount of alcohol he had been drinking, he was going to wish he wasn't in the morning.

Crap. Now, of course, after the fact, Connor realized what he had said and scrambled to try and downplay that little slip-up.

"Well, I mean... she might as well have right? She's a big part of why you're here, and not still with the ARC team... Helen pretty much killed that version of ya."

There. That was a decent save. Right?

Cutter was trying to follow that but everything was blurring together and his eyes glazed over a bit.

"Uh ... I guess?" he rubbed the back of his neck, "I think I need another shot,"

And then he took it. "Helen ... you know even after all this time I still care for her ... it's weird,"

That was definitely another shot he was taking right then as well.

"Can't always choose... who you fall in love with... and who you fall out of love with. Ya know?" Connor said with a small shrug, reaching for another shot himself.

He looked over at his friend and mentor and shook his head with a very lopsided grin. At this rate, they might just be crashing here. It was a long way to get next door after all.

Cutter was not planning on moving from this spot for much longer so unless someone wanted to help carry him to their room, he was definitely crashing where he was.

“Tell me about it,” he sighed, “fell in love with a woman who left me to travel through anomalies, fell in love with a woman who disappeared from the timeline,” he grabbed another shot, he had definitely lost count of how many he’d had by this point, “I’ve got a great track record haven’t I?”

"Thank goodness for free booze right?" Connor said lifting another shot in a toast. Because yeah they both were likely to be waking up in the morning, hungover, with stiff necks, and pounding headaches. But that was a problem for future Connor and future Cutter to deal with!

Room 308; Wednesday Evening [10/12].

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