somethingwithturquoise | Summer's Wednesday Night "Room Party"; Kasambi Estate Pool Area and Deck; Wednesday Evening [02/22].

Goose was definitely there and he didn’t even have to go far for the party, which would definitely help later.

“That’s a lot of shots,” he grinned as he read the board.

"I would say please don't try all of them," said Summer, "but I know you will, and I know you can handle it."

Or that Ignis could handle it afterwards.

"But please, help yourself, thank you for coming."

It had been such a trek for him, too, surely.

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It had been such a hard trek for him.

“I will even limit it to just the one full set tonight,” Goose assured her, which probably wasn’t as assuring as he thought it was.

Mostly because he wasn’t sure if he could even handle 18 shots.

“Thank you for the party,” he told her, “this looks incredible,”

Yeah, Summer was meeting the concept of Goose and limits with a very skeptical look.

"Thanks," she said, grinning faintly. "I try."

Way too hard, in fact.

"As long as everyone has fun, though, I'll be happy."

Goose smiled, “I’m pretty sure everyone’s going to have fun,” he assured her, “especially since it’s one of your parties,” he added.

Usually, Summer might have at least pretended not to need to hear things like that as much as she did, but today? Tonight? She was absolutely soaking that up for what it was worth, eyes closed for a moment and maybe, to a very perceptive person, looking like her mood was about to take a drastic dip in the opposite direction, but, since she was talking to Goose, she wasn't too worried about him noticing it, really.

"Yeah," she said, with a bit of a bolstering breath and a newfound smirk on her face, "and my parties fucking rock. This whole trip is pretty tits, though, not gonna lie. You having a good time, Goose?"

“I have been having a good time,” Goose nodded with a smile, “I’ve been spending a lot of it with Ignis,” he told her, which was not all that surprising really, “I did try the cooking class last night, I did like that,” he added, “how about you? How has your vacation been?”

"It's been...nice," Summer said, with a smile and a small nod, maybe a little bit of a sigh, because, yeah, okay, it wasn't quite the vacation she had wanted, but, all things considered, it could have been a lot, lot worse. "It's just gorgeous here, you know? Hard to not enjoy being in a place like this..."

Something that she felt was going to really be put to the test in the next day or so, but only one way to find out!

She almost asked a follow-up, on how things were going with Ignis, but the last thing she wanted to talk about were relationships that actually were working out.

"Anything you think you'd like to do more of?" she tried, instead.

“It is nice here, I’ve never been to Indonesia before,” Goose said and then tilted his head as he considered Summer’s question.

“I think I’d like to try one of the excursions,” Goose admitted, “even though we still have a few days left, I don’t mind waiting a couple extra days,” he added. “It’s been nice doing cooking classes and going to the beach,”

"You gotta be careful with something like that, though," Summer pointed out with a lightly warning tone. "You'll be all 'oh, there's still plenty of time left!,' and the next thing you know it, we're packing up to hit the portal back to Fandom. Get it in now while you still can, you know?"

In true proper bouncer fashion, Gladio was rocking the party sans a shirt, which in this humidity was just a smart choice, anyway.

The same could probably not be said for the leather pants.

Gladio got a totally not awkward (or maybe just minimally awkward, Stark was still himself) nod of greeting at some point.

The leather was a choice for this locale, Gladio.

The leather, unfortunately, had been requested.

(Forget the fact that he still actually had it around for that request to be filled).

And he met Stark's nod with a lift of his chin in response, before his eyes dipped down to Stark's hands with a curious tilt of her head, and then a lift of his own hand to better indicate that this wordless question was in regards to how that sparkly paint job had been holding up through the vacation.

Stark had not brought his own leather pants. They were taking a break!

"Mostly still there," he said, holding up his own hand with its slightly chipped nails. "Maybe I need to have them redone."

"I'd have honestly been impressed," Gladio noted, "if they were more in tact, with this weather and everything going on. Been having a good trip so far, Stark?"

"Very good," Stark said, smiling. "It's beautiful here and we're all back to ourselves and it's warm. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah," Gladio admitted, with a soft sort of laugh and a smile that almost seemed a little surprised by that. "I am. I gotta admit, for all the stink I raise about being stuck on this planet, getting to visit places like this helps to take some of the sting out of it, you know? Hard to be mad, in a place like this..."

"There are much worse places to be stuck. And...yes. I wouldn't mind coming back here. Maybe I ought to take more trips. To warm places."

"Not a big fan of the cold, huh?" Gladio asked.

"No." Stark shook his head. "I'm not. I'd much rather be warm. The snow can be pretty but I'm much happier if I'm not cold."

He'd done a great job staying warm last week, at least.

"Too many bad memories in the cold."

Which was impressive, considering how very few clothes were involved!

To that, though, Gladio couldn't help a soft, sympathetic smile. "Yeah," he said. "I definitely feel you on that one..."

Gladio didn't have much experience with the cold, truth be told, except for Niflheim, and that was more than enough, especially if you wanted to talk about bad fucking memories...

"S'nice here, though. A little humid, but, like you said, better than the alternative."

As long as you kept moving it was easy enough to stay warm under those conditions.

"I don't mind the humidity so much." Of course, Stark also wasn't wearing leather.

"I might feel differently if I had more hair on my head."

Gladio's eyes went toward the top of Stark's head as if to verify that, yup, he was pretty good there, in that department, and then he rolled his eyes up toward his own hairline, giving his head a little bit of a shake, which didn't do much for what was threatened to be plastered on his neck, but his little ponytail did give a good swish.

"It's not that bad," he assured him. "Definitely not bad that I'm not gonna wanna keep the hair on mine."

He hadn't grown out that mullet because he hated having luxurious locks, after all.

"It's easier not letting it grow out," Stark said.

He'd been growing it out at one point but had stopped and never started again.

"But yours is fine, I think."

At least it wasn't very wavy or curly and threatening to take over the world in this humidity.

"You think?" Gladio echoed, with an amused sort of huff.

"I meant in the humidity!"

Stark ducked his head a little.

"It's very good hair."

Very easy to get your hands in which Stark was a fan of.

And Gladio couldn't help grinning just a little bit more at that.

"Thanks," he said. "I think so, too."

Even if he was now wondering about putting it up into a full ponytail, now that he was a bit more aware of the humidity and the sweat and all the clinging to his neck.

"You get a chance to try many of the shots yet?"

"Not all of them yet," Stark said. "A few. Did you? I liked the colorful ones. I think I'll avoid the coffee."

But the sparkly black Ash Wednesday ones looked really neat.

"I kinda like the sticky rice one the most, I think," said Gladio, as he considered it, "but I haven't worked through all of them, myself. There's a lot to pick from, even for Summer."

"There are. She must have been very busy all day."

Stark had no idea just how busy yet.

"But she said she'll relax tomorrow, at least."

"Well, good," said Gladio, with a nod. "She should. I mean, props to her, she does great with all these parties, but also, this is way too much work for a vacation. And this is coming from the guy getting up before sunrise just to run on the beach every morning."

"Her parties are always impressive." Especially, though he was biased, the one she'd put together just for him.

"But now she ought to relax. I hope she will. I promised I'd make sure she doesn't roast in the sun."

See? Gladio didn't even get his own Summer party; the one she threw for him, he had to share with Goose.

Not that he minded, of course; Goose was a pretty good guy, and one of the few people Gladio actually had to look up at to talk to.

"A little sunscreen can go a long way, huh?" he asked. "That's pretty nice of you, though, to help her out like that. I bet it'd be pretty easy to roast out here if you're not careful."

"She brought me here," Stark said with a shrug. "It's little enough to do in exchange and she's my friend. I'm happy to look out for her a little if I can. She's always helping me. And others."

"Yeah," Gladio grunted a soft laugh, looking over to where Summer was at the moment, shamelessly modded to be pouring herself another drink. "She can sure be a lot sometimes, but she's a pretty good egg. And if she keeps it up at the rate she's going, she's probably going to need the extra help when tomorrow hits."

"At least," Stark said, "she doesn't have far to go to our, her, the bed tonight."

"You two sharing...a room, huh?"

Oh, did you think that little word jumble would go unnoticed, Stark?

"She asked me to come on Saturday, when I went to see her for clothes. Barry couldn't come and she had space..."

And they were very good friends!

"She wouldn't let me sleep on the floor."

"Did you....want to sleep on the floor?" Gladio felt he kind of had to ask, now.

"I've slept worse places," Stark said evasively. "And it was meant to be her bed. I wasn't a planned guest, originally."

It was really another jello night. But they were here. In Indonesia. In such a perfect place. So Connor had actually put on the dressier clothes he had brought on a whim with him. He walked in and passed for a moment and looked around giving a long, approving whistle.

"You never cease to amaze Summer" he said with a grin as he walked in.

Now that was what Summer could confidently call a perfect party entrance, Connor: immediately complimenting the host. She beamed, hand to her chest as she just reveled in it a moment before gushing, "Thank you! The setting and location has definitely helped, I will say that. But thank you for coming, please help yourself and enjoy, Connor."

"Definitely intend to!" he said with a grin. "Would be a shame for all this to go waste."

Thank you Connor. Summer was likely worried about that being a problem....never!

Actually, Summer was legitimately worried about that being a problem always, but she would be relieved to discover that her never-ending dread of an unpopular party would be considered such an impossibility.

"It would be," she agreed cheerfully. "And how's your trip been so far? Having a good time?"

"An amazing time" Connor said enthusiastically. "Place is even better than I had imagined. So much to do and see. How about you? Enjoying yourself when not slaving away over amazing jello shots? You and your roomie getting on alright?"

Was there a...faint pursing of Summer's lips, shifting her perfect party hostess demeanor for just a brief blip of a second, at those questions? Maybe. Just a bit. But she was clearly going to pretend that there wasn't and upped the ante on her smile just that slight bit more. "Well, I mean," she also snorted a faint laugh, "my roommate's Stark, so...."

Getting along went without saying, right? Because they were very good friends, and that was exactly who she wanted to be on a dream vacation in paradise with, a friend....

"But, yes," she said, "I'm having a great time." Why wouldn't she be?? "And now that the party's here, I can spend the rest of my time really just relaxing. And how about you? You're probably here with Cutter, right?"

"Earned the rest of the trip off for sure" Connor said with a nod as he reached over for one of the shots and then downed it, giving a thoughtful nod and then a smile of approval. And then that question hit, and Connor felt his mouth twist into a grin.

"Aye, Cutter let me come along with him again this trip. It's... it's been nice," he added as his face flushed a little as he thought back on what's trip had entailed so far.

And consider Summer's brows both quirked and intrigued.

"Nice nice?" she wondered, taking into account that grin and the flush. "Or just, you know, regular nice and you've just been getting too much sun, clearly."

Humm? What was that Summer? Sorry, that second shot he grabbed was suddenly looking really interesting just then.

"Nice nice," Connor said with a glance up at Summer, the pink spreading over his cheeks a bit more. "Really nice," he added again, suddenly not able to say much else (Cutter was rubbing off on him with the 'nice' stuff dammit) so he started in on the shot in his hand.

"Well, congratulations!" said Summer, with maybe the slightest wince to it, because, ugh, there was nothing worse than being support of other people's much more successful love lives when yours was in pretty much a crash-and-burn nosedive in pretty much real time. "Maybe he'll have better luck with you than that psycho ex-wife of his, huh?"

Now it was Connor's turn to wince a little as he took a moment to finish that shot. As he swallowed, he considered how to respond to that.

"I mean, hope so.... but anyone would be better than.. Helen," he offered, wincing even more at having to say her name.

"I mean," Summer pointed out, "all you have to do is just not shoot him, and you're already coming out on top!"

Sorry, Connor. Being reminded that other people had some really shitty relationships was a little cathartic for Summer right now.

“So what shots were you thinking of trying first?” Cutter asked, smiling as he walked up to Connor.

"Oh, was thinking of just starting at the top of the list and going down," Connor said as he turned and gave Cutter a big grin. "They all sound pretty good or at least not too bad....other than the Durain one, and maybe the Ash Wednesday one."

Connor paused a moment, the grin on his face only getting bigger if that was possible. "How... how did you sleep last night?"

“Top from bottom, I think I can manage that,” Cutter smiled.

He really, really couldn’t, “and I slept well,” he smile grew fonder, “really well, how about you?”

"Can't complain," Connor said and then smirked as he added, "it IS a very NICE bed after all."

He reached over and grabbed two shots and handed them over to Cutter. "I'm already two into the list. Ya got some catching up to do already old man," he added with a playful wink.

Connor no.... don't encourage him, you know better than this!

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“A really nice bed,” Cutter agreed with a smile and then raised an eyebrow and his smile widened as Connor handed him his shots.

“You won’t be in front for long,” he declared and downed the two shots.

This was really not going to end well, was it?

Probably not.... no. But at least they could be hung over and miserable together in the morning. That was something right?

"Try and keep up, Nick," he said with a slight shift in tone as that name left his lips. Connor grinned and grabbed two more shots from the table and started to make his way to a couple of the chairs set out near the pool. More for comfort, not at all because he was about to be four shots into the night already. Don't be silly!

Never fear! The lifeguard was here!

As much as Sidon really despised pools, he would happily take that bullet if anyone happened to have had a particularly bad mix of booze and water that evening, but, in the meantime, was most likely to just be terribly amused by how comically tiny the jello shots looked in his hands.

Of course Stark was there. He wouldn't miss it even if he hadn't been sharing a bed/room with the hostess.

He was in his violently pink trunks once more, with a new shirt because it had seemed like a good idea and he could wear this back on the island as well once it was warm again.

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And, of course, as Stark's stylist and temporary borrowed clothes provider this week, the shirt was definitely going to catch her attention as something she was fairly sure she hadn't seen before.

"New shirt?" she asked, sounding and looking fairly impressed, actually, that he would take it upon himself to do a little upgrade for the party.

"It is," Stark informed her, looking hopeful. "Do you like it?"

"I do," Summer said, with an approving nod and a little bit of a closer inspection, looking him up and down a little. "A little more structured, but still nice and breezy, with an interesting accent to draw the eye. I see you're still pairing it with my shorts, though...A whole new ensemble was a bit too much?"

"In case I ended up the pool," Stark explained. "For the floating jello. I like the lights. Where did you find that?" He gestured over at the floating cooler.

"I, uh, portaled out for some errands," said Summer, her attention going to the floating jello in question, to help focus on the successful aspects of the party-supply run of her own worldly excursions that day and less on the clearly very unsuccessful attempts at dragging her boyfriend here for at least this one night because Wednesday Jello Room Party was Important To Her.... "When we were talking about having some of it in the pool last night, I figured it would be a good idea to really incorporate it more. Any party with a pool that doesn't have floaty booze and snacks is not a party with a pool worth having."

"Oh. I forgot about your portal gun," Stark said. "Good idea. It looks good. People should enjoy it. But you set it all up yourself and I could have helped."

You were supposed to be having fun, Summer, not stressing over party details!

"But you did a very nice job. You always do."

"It wasn't even that much work," Summer insisted, and, besides, she had needed those party details right now, Stark, because she was desperately trying not to stress out, or worse, be sad and depressed on Wednesday Jello Room Party Night about other things she was refusing to acknowledge right now.

Only in Summer World could eight different jello shots all made from locally sourced ingredients, plus two bonus ones to guilt the Catholics, be considered not that much work.

"But thank you," she gave her head a magnanimous nod in appreciation for him noticing. "I just want everyone to have a good time."

"They will," Stark said. "How could they not? Unless...are there jellos I ought to avoid, tonight?"

He would be happy to help distract Summer (not like that!) if needed. Maybe she could drag him to a spa tomorrow to Aggressively Relax! Or they could go on a very long excursion. Or have some weird conversations. Or a combination of things!

Or maybe destroy a fucking planet? There were options!

"The last one does have activated charcoal in it," Summer warned, "but that's probably the worst one. This spicy pepper one is not fucking around, either, and the coffee in the coffee shot is definitely that coffee that was shit out by adorable jungle critters, so, you know. Fair warning on that one, but it's also, apparently, like, one of the most expensive coffees in the world."

"Coffee that was what?" Stark asked. Surely he hadn't heard that correctly.

"Maybe I won't try one of everything tonight."

Unless someone needed drunken conversation later!

Oh, that just meant he'd have to have more of the ones he did like.

"Shit out by adorable jungle critters," Summer repeated helpfully. "Civets, to be exact, which are kind of like mongooses, apparently? Anyway, they eat the coffee cherries, but they can only partially digest them, so people go around and get the partially digested coffee after they shit it out, clean it, roast it and turn in into actual coffee. It's, like, an actual thing. I'm honestly looking forward to potentially breaking Ignis' brain with that one, later."

"I'm not sure I want to try the coffee," Stark admitted.

Maybe after a few other shots he could be convinced though. But hadn't poor Ignis suffered enough?

"Do you have a favorite for tonight that isn't the coffee? Where should I start?"

"I really like the mango ones," Summer said with a nod, "and the pepper, and the Mardi Gras, too, even if that one isn't really trip-thematic, it's just really pretty and tasty. So maybe some of those."

"I'll find those ones to start then," Stark said, already reaching for what he was fairly sure was one of the mango varieties. "Did you have a chance to relax at all today? Or were you busy the whole time?"

There was....a pause, as Summer considered just lying and saying that she had relaxed, despite the fact what she wound up getting embroiled in was the exact opposite of relaxing.

"...I plan on doing the relaxing tomorrow," she said, answering the question without really answering it, and then promptly attempting to move on.

"What about you? How did you end up spending the day?"

"I went on another hike, this morning. They took us through the forest and to a village and to another beach. And there was a hand, to stand on and make wishes. Made of reeds, I think. The views there were beautiful. It's all beautiful here."

He paused, smiling faintly. "We're lucky. Getting to be here for a while. But I'm glad you're relaxing tomorrow. Maybe you should go to the spa?"

"We are pretty lucky," Summer agreed, with a faint smile back. "And the spa's not a terrible idea, but honestly? I think I just kind of want to pass out on the beach a little, or at least by the pool."

And she was going to try not to think about how she could have been hiking through a beautiful forest, with a beach at the end and a hand made of reeds instead of, you know, coming to an inevitable conclusion that you'd been spending probably months trying to avoid, but that was a little difficult, right now, and she tried, instead, to focus on Stark's experience. At least he'd had a good day, then, right?

"And did you do it?" she wondered. "Stand on the hand and make a wish?"

"I did," Stark confirmed with a nod. "It was right over the ocean."

"And...whatever you do tomorrow, I hope you enjoy it. And if you'd like company you know where to find me."

You know. In their shared bed/room.

Summer's eyes may have drifted a little toward....yup. Their shared bed/room. That she was supposed to have been sharing with her boyfriend. The one she, as of just a few mere hours ago, she no longer had...

Summer might have needed a moment, before she remembered that she was supposed to be at a party right now.

"I actually might," she said, with a break in the dialogue that was not at all meant to be intentionally misleading for the briefest of seconds before the sentence continued, "need someone to come poke me with a stick after a while, in case I fall asleep and start turning into a roasted tomato in the heat."

No, he hadn't at all been hoping that she was going to say she did want company. It wasn't as if they weren't spending time together already and he hardly had an more claim on her time than anyone else here.

"I wouldn't want you roasting," Stark said. They already had Clare turning into a lobster on this trip!

"But I don't think I'll use a stick."
NOT DIRTY.

Look, Clare was Irish, Summer was a redhead. Lobsterfication was just inevitable!

"Okay, then," she allowed. "Maybe a nice, stiff drink, then."

...speaking of which, she was not doing nearly enough drinking yet tonight, and she went to go fix that, shifting to one of the tables to grab a cosmo shot and one of the bottles of vodka.

Stark was also a redhead (even when he wasn't looking female) but he was an alien and could be forgiven for not burning quite so easily.

"I could offer a stiff drink," he agreed. "Or even food. And maybe water as well."

Or anything else Summer might desire.

"...all of that," Summer said, pouring a little bit (okay, maybe a lot of bit) of vodka into a glass and reaching for some juice to mix it with, "sounds like a pretty good idea, actually."

If she was already starting to feel that post-break-up depression creeping in on her now, during a party, things like general sustenance and hydration were definitely going to be taking a backseat to moping and feeling sorry for herself tomorrow...

"I'll make sure I do that then."

It was only fair, even if Stark didn't know what was going on yet. Summer had been instrumental in getting him through his own issues last year.

"But first, more jello. The ones with the layers are very pretty." He was grabbing one now, in fact.

"I still feel kind of bad about those ones," said Summer, wrinkling her nose, and knowing it was kind of stupid, but right now, she was feeling like talking about something just stupid and dumb and inconsequential, and with her proper drink mixed, she now reached for one of those shots with her other hand. "They don't really fit the Indonesia theme, but also I felt I had to still do something for Mardi Gras, you know?"

She actually had no idea how much Stark knew about Mardi Gras, if anything, but it didn't matter, as she threw back the shot and then chased it with a swig of her little mostly-vodka cocktail.

"They're cute," Stark pointed out. "That can be enough. Mardi Gras is...with the beads? And the little doughnuts?"

He was vaguely aware that it might connected to Easter.

"But the ones that you did on the theme are lovely. I'm impressed." He reached for one of the coconut ones next. "But I always am."

Summer gave Stark a small smile at that. "Thanks," she said. "And, yeah, with the beads and the little doughnuts. Technically, it was yesterday, but it kind of flew under my radar until this morning when all the Ash Wednesday stuff started to hit."

"That's..." Stark motioned towards his forehead. "With the mark?"

Someone had explained that to him once.

"And the black ones are for that. They're...striking, especially next to some of the others."

"That's with the mark," Summer confirmed, with a nod, and a pleased look toward the current jello in question. "And a good black jello is hard to come by, I'm actually a little proud of that one. Honestly, all of them are pretty good this time around, and they should be, with how much effort I pour into them today..."

"They're always good," Stark said.

Then he paused and corrected himself. "When you mean for them to be they are."

Shrimp and cheese jello, you would never be forgotten.

And here Summer was ready to beam proudly at the first part, but then Stark had to go and clarify, and the proud beam just went up several wattages in brightness.

"I really could have done some pretty good damage there," she mused, somewhat wistfully. "But I think it's still pretty good when you've got durian fruit, shit coffee, and charcoal all making an appearance."

Stark grinned back. "I'm glad you didn't though. The ones I've tried have been very good. I don't think I've ever tried durian before... should I?"

Shunsui would certainly never miss one of Summer-chan's holiday parties if he could help it, and, after a bit of a misstep with his activities for the day, he certainly was looking forward to a little bit of partying that involved absolutely no paddling and, hopefully, plenty of drinking.

He knew her selection, of course, would be top-notch, but he wouldn't be Shunsui if he hadn't brought along his own sake, as well, especially considered the healthy appreciation the island seemed to have for the drink already.

"Ugh," said Summer, making a face, when Shunsui came in, because, yes, she expected it, but also it was mandatory for her to express her very succinct thoughts on the matter.

Well, Anakin lived here already, so he deigned to come out of his room.

In jorts. He had no idea how they'd ended up in his suitcase, but he was going to blame Rory.

"I need a drink," he declared. Jedi knees hadn't been seen in public in a while.

"Did you run out of clothes already?"

"Yes," Anakin said, frowning. "There weren't any left in my room. I think they've been taken for cleaning?"

"I thought disappearing clothes only happened in Fandom," Stark said. Oh no, had he just doomed everyone to a summer laundry strike?

"I might have something you could borrow if you need to." Since he had his own clothes and Summer's extra boy clothes and clothes-swapping was just what he did now, apparently.

"I'll let you know tomorrow if all I still have are these," Anakin said, frowning down at the clearly evil shorts.

"If I don't have anything then Summer might. She brought clothes in case we didn't turn back to ourselves."

A pause.

"I'm very glad we did."

Although Stark in the wrong shape would have probably been adorable in tropical island fashion choices by Summer.

"I didn't change," Anakin said, looking down at his terrifyingly pale legs. "Perhaps this is revenge for that."

"Maybe. I was a koala two weeks ago and then I was shaped all wrong on Saturday and Sunday and I'm hoping that's enough for a while."

Skipping right over last week and definitely not giving off any feelings that any Force-sensitive friends might pick up on while doing so. Of course.

"Maybe you ought to sit on the beach for a bit, tomorrow."

All that pretty sand, Anakin!

Anakin made a face. "I don't like sand."

"Then sit in a chair and not in the sand," Stark said. "Or by the pool instead."

"But I'd have to walk through the sand to get to the chairs," Anakin said, "And get horrible sandy feet."

Maybe they needed to have a paintball competition on the beach in Fandom someday. Even the odds a bit.

"Then stay here by the pool. But you're...very pale, Anakin." Stark wasn't exactly bronzed but he was somehow still less pale than Anakin.

"Or at least wear pants tomorrow." Or that fetching sarong from Irene!

"It's February," Anakin said. "I'll be tanner in the summer."

"Will you be wearing those shorts again?" Stark asked, eyebrow raised.

"I think they will be accidentally left behind," Anakin said. "It's regretful."

Stark nodded. "Tragic, really."

He would probably be keeping the violently pink trunks, if allowed.

They would clash horribly with his vast collection of shenanigan shirts!

"I'm crying on the inside," Anakin said, nodding.

Bold of Anakin to assume the shirts were all still around (they were).

"You do look distraught," Stark said with another nod. "I hope you'll recover."

"Well, I'll have a drink or two," or five, "and console myself."

"Good idea," Stark told him. "I've had a few already."

He was a sucker for the jello shots and it wasn't like it was going to be difficult to stumble to his shared bed/room later tonight.

"Which do you recommend?" Anakin asked.

"I'm not sure you want the coffee," Stark said. "Summer told me where it comes from."

And you were his friend, Anakin.

"The ones with 3 colors are good. And the mango ones."

"I'll stick with those, then," Anakin said, smiling. "Thanks."

"I'm sure the others are fine as well. I know the pepper one is spicy but I didn't try it yet. But...avoid the coffee."

"Rory will be so sad to hear that coffee has been abused," Anakin said.

"It's before it's turned into real coffee," Stark said. "It gets eaten by an animal first. The beans do."

You're welcome, Anakin.

There was a long pause.

"Well that's horrifying."

"That's why I warned you," Stark said. "I didn't think you'd really want that. Even if it is meant to be very fancy and expensive."

Remember that in the summer, Anakin!

"Rich people are so strange," Anakin decided.

"Of course they are," Stark said. "Though...if you had ever told me I would have as much as I do know I would never have believed it."

Anakin smiled. "Oh, if you told 8-year-old me half of what I've seen, he'd think you were insane."

"Sometimes," Stark admitted, "it still amazes me that I have my own home to live in. And money to do things. And the ability to go to places like this."

"This place is ridiculous in the best possible way," Anakin said.

"Did you choose it?" Stark asked. "Who does decide where these things happen?"

"It's all very mysterious," Anakin admitted, "but I'm sure it's not the moose."

"The moose doesn't seem like he would want us to be happy," Stark agreed. "But neither does the school board..."

"But the board is both eccentric and not very detail-oriented," Anakin said.

"Then why are the details always so good for these things?" Stark wondered. "It's a mystery."

"Maybe Fosse has a secret love for traveling planning?"

"Maybe...maybe we'll never know."

Which was fine, as long as wonderful trips kept happening!

"I'm glad there's at least one good surprise that Fandom has for us each year," Anakin agreed.

"Two trips," Stark reminded him. "But yes. And this one was definitely a surprise. I didn't know I was coming until the day before."

"Ohmygod," said Summer, because one thing was taking precedence over all things, even being a good party hostess, "Anakin. Are those jorts?"

She was trying not to get too good a look, though, lest those knees blind her.

Anakin looked down at his jorts, then up at Summer. "No."

That would definitely work.

Wow, too bad no one had some sort of convenient Jedi mind trick to employee in a situation like this, or anything, huh?

"Amazing," said Summer, shaking her head and marveling for a moment, while slipping her phone out of her sarong expertly to maybe snap a quick picture, what? "I really think this could be a great new look for you, Anakin. You look super comfortable and relaxed and most of all, fashionable right now."

Well. Ethics teacher. It didn't seem very ethical to make people believe he was wearing pants when he wasn't.

"You are lying," Anakin told her, "but I appreciate the effort."

And this was why it was a good thing that Summer was not even remotely Force-sensitive, because she did not teach Ethics, nor did she have any.

She gave Anakin her best smile.

"Maybe," she offered helpfully, and her reservation in patting his shoulder consolingly was just as much about the breach of appropriate coworker contact as it was just not wanting to touch someone wearing denim to a party like this, "everyone will have had so much booze as to not even notice."

"That seems like an awful lot of alcohol," Anakin said, "but I can hope."

Summer was definitely suddenly feeling like she did not have nearly enough alcohol tonight, and she had a lot.

"....did you want to borrow something?" she then offered, because she could not keep looking at them, and yet somehow could not look away, either. "I literally have a whole suitcase of boy clothes that I'm not using."

"Why did you -- oh, because of the thing on Sunday," Anakin said.

"Because of the thing on Sunday," Summer confirmed with a nod. "You think I was going to let being a dude prevent me from looking cute on this trip? Please. But now I have a whole new wardrobe that's just going to waste.

"....mostly," she added, since those violently pink board shorts were definitely getting a workout thanks to Stark, at least.

"Mostly?" Anakin repeated because he and Stark didn't spend a lot of time talking about fashion.

"Stark's been borrowing some of it," Summer explained.

With a look at Stark and then a look back to Anakin with her eyebrows quirked because, really, Anakin? Shorts that pink? You didn't think that she would have been involved in that somehow?

"I thought he'd temporarily lost his mind but didn't want to press it," Anakin admitted.

"I think they look good on him!" Summer protested.

But she was biased.

(Because of the color, ohemgee.)

"You're wearing denim that cannot be classified as pants or shorts right now," she then countered. "You have no right to make any judgements on anyone's sense of fashion sanity at the moment."

"Oh, I can still tell what's horrible," Anakin said. "These, for instance, are horrible."

"And yet," said Summer, who was clearly no longer questioning Anakin on just his fashion sense, "you are still wearing them."

"Well, it was this or the bathrobe."

Or the charming sarong Irene would lend him later!

"I mean, come on, Anakin," Summer argued. "The bathrobe would have at least been on brand."

"I don't actually wear a bathrobe."

But it was close.

Summer wasn't going to say anything to that. She felt she didn't need to. She felt that the dubious, doubtful look that suggested that Anakin was just hemming on technicalities here was all that was needed.

"I don't have to explain myself," Anakin decided.

"I honestly don't think you could," Summer decided, with a shrug of her shoulders. "But you can't deny it. Choices were made for this party tonight..."

And she wasn't even just talking about your fashion, Anakin!

"...that's for damn sure."

"May I offer you a sarong, Anakin?" Irene asked, not unkindly.

Well. The way she phrased the question wasn't unkind, anyway. The pointed way she looked at his knees might have come across...differently.

"Please," Anakin said with feeling. "It was this or showing up in the complimentary bathroom."

"That would have equally been...a look," Irene told him dryly, before holding up one manicured finger. "A moment."

And, true to her word, she reemerged from her own room just a moment later, bearing something that was, surely, much better.

"Perhaps this is a sort of...coincidental revenge," she suggested with a slight smile.

Though at least the sarong she had for him was not polyester.

Anakin sighed and reached for the sarong. "At least it's not covered in cats riding tacos?"

As if Irene would ever pack such a monstrosity, Anakin.

The trick was finding an item that was probably a thousand dollars with tax included and had a cats-riding-tacos print.

It was probably out there.

"Yes, I apologize it's not more to your taste," Irene commented, handing the sarong over as her smile widened. "Next time I'll be sure to pack something with pizzas and Americana printed all over."

Anakin laughed. "Just in case I have another wardrobe mishap? That's very generous of you."

"Only as generous as you are each summer," Irene told him, shaking her head. "They do make shirts without prints at all, you know. Just to put that out there before semester's end."

Anakin's forehead furrowed. "But how is that amusing to me, personally?"

"You'd throw everyone off entirely if you just gave everyone those plain white Hanes from a packet," Irene pointed out, quirking a smile at him. "That would be funny to watch. At least once."

The plainest of white tees. Half of shenanigans -- Irene included, if it hadn't been her suggestion -- would think it was a trick.

"That's an idea," Anakin agreed, smirking a little evilly.

Rosa was apparently supposed to be here to pull Throwing Students in the Ocean duty, which she never did get a chance to do, but that was fine. Maybe she'd get the chance to throw one of her peers into the ocean instead! You never knew. Either way, she was here for it, and the alcohol didn't hurt, either.

For the first time in ages Cutter was at a party where he was actually relaxed and not feeling that awkward.

Mostly, small talk was something he was still working on.

So he there, arriving not long after Connor did, “thank you for the party,” he settled on instead with a smile

"Thank you for coming to the party!" said Summer, because, really, that was the important part. It wasn't much of a party if people didn't come to it, right? "How's it going, Cutter? It looks like this vacation is suiting you very well."

“Its been really nice,” Cuttee told her with a smile, he really needed to expand his vocabulary there and he glanced over at Connor briefly, turning a little red before turning back to Summer, “been spending a lot of it at the beach mostly, it’s been rather relaxing,”

Summer, who had presumably, at this point, already talked to Conner, followed that glance and clocked that blush and couldn't help but grin.

Even if a part of her wanted to kind of scream inside over everyone and their awesome vacation hook-ups while she was standing here having to put on a happy party face on the same fucking day her own relationship finally fucking crumbled.

"It's a beautiful beach," she said. "Made even better by beautiful company, right?"

Cutter smiled fondly at that, “right, I …I never thought something like this was possible, my last two relationships ended badly,” he admitted, “but Connor’s been really patient, I’m ..I’m lucky to have him,”

Summer had to fight very, very, very hard to not say something about just keeping him away from guns.

"Awww," she said, instead. "That's sweet. I'm happy for you crazy kids, good for you."

Amaya? In something new specifically with this party in mind for no discernable or particular reason at all? Perish the thought. She'd clearly just found this somewhere and threw it on, how dare you.

"This is pretty," Irene told Amaya, immediately taking notice of her outfit. (It was entirely possible that at this point, Irene could catalogue most of Amaya's wardrobe off the top of her head, and new items accordingly stood out.) "Cut suits you."

Which was Irene's classy way of saying that she entirely approved of the entire cleavage/chest/shoulders situation in play here, good work.

"Seemed fitting enough," said Amaya, whose entire cleavage/chest/shoulders situation would get just that slight bit more features as her shoulders straightened, not so much to show them off, which was just a nice side-effect, but out of a touch of pride that she would deny having for this completely incidental outfit to have gone noticed, "for the party. Old suit's getting a little worn anyway."

And then she took a moment to give Irene a look, which she felt fit the beat in the conversation well enough to not be too...obvious.

"And obviously," she added, "I don't need to tell you that your dress is nice, too."

"It's wildly comfortable," Irene confessed, as though such a thing was actually forbidden when it came to being fashionable. (It kind of was, honestly. See also: the pocket issue.) And, with that pronouncement, she swung her shoulders and hips just enough to make her skirt swish, the linen light and airy. "Though now I do regret not actually wearing a swimsuit, as well."

As though she couldn't just pop over to her own room and retrieve one if the fancy struck -- and it probably wouldn't -- but that gave her the excuse needed to give Amaya's suit (and the accompanying posture) the approving look it absolutely deserved.

"Maybe for the best," said Amaya, sounding a little thoughtful, as her attention went to giving that swish the proper admiration it clearly deserved. "All this alcohol and a pool seems like a bit of a risky combination."

As soon as she said it, though, a counterargument seemed to filter through. One that consisted entirely of whether such a wardrobe change would require any assistence.

"Then again," she noted, oh-so-reasonably, "it wouldn't be too much of an ordeal to fix that, either."

Just maybe...a slight ordeal. Enough to maybe need a helping hand or two.

Oh, it would definitely require assistance. Look at how difficult Irene's dress looked to get out of, for one thing. With its...straps, and all.

"I might be persuaded to change," Irene noted, slanting a look over. "But only if you were planning to take a dip, too. That's not just a decorative suit?"

It didn't look like it. (Irene's swimsuits were nearly all mostly decorative, and at most, best intended for gently wafting about a swimming pool and holding a cocktail.)

"I certainly hope not!" remarked Amaya with a mildly offended grunt, for the whole concept of clothing meant to be merely decorative and the concept of her owning any of it. "Otherwise, that'd be quite a waste of a few shiny gold coins! But I guess there's only one way to really know for sure."

Not only had Irene rather been looking forward to the party, but it was in her own estate, so of course she was here, in a maxi dress she'd chosen for this trip weeks ago -- and, in fact, was very glad she'd been returned to her normal shape to wear, in light of that -- and which was green for no reason at all except that they were in the tropics and it felt suitable. No other reason than that.

"I scarcely know where to start," she decided, looking over the selection and even raising her brows with obvious impress at the floating set.

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"I like to do one of the mango ones followed up by the spicy pepper one, myself," Summer suggested, with a proud little smile for the fact that she had an answer ready to go with that, "or possibly the durian, just to say that you had it. It's good to see you, Irene. You look amazing, as always."

"It's difficult not to look good on holiday," Irene commented, proving she had class by not looking at Anakin when she said that. "And durian would come with bragging rights, you're right."

There was a certain sort of pride in eating something potentially foul, sure. She understood that.

"And this is darling," she added, gesturing to Summer's outfit. "It's amazing how you manage to never clash with your hair, darling."

Irene definitely had way more class than Summer could ever dream of having, because her eyes went directly to Anakin when she said that.

And maybe it was because of that that her attention shifted just slightly with Irene's last comment with a sudden worry that she'd said it in that sort of fake-y way that Summer might have when someone's hair absolutely clashed with their outfit.

"Well, you know," she said, with a sudden note of uncertainty, "it is my signature color, and all...But, hey! Did you see I scored some kopi luwek for the coffee shot?"

Someone as cultured as Irene would know what that was without Summer having to explain it, right?

It was honestly a feat that Summer did indeed manage to wear as much pink as she did, and in such striking hues, and yet never ran afoul of her also-bright hair being a mismatch! (That was not to say Irene did not ever have private criticisms when it came to Summer's taste.)

"Oh, did you?" Irene's eyes flicked to the placard in curiosity, one eyebrow delicately lifting. "When in Indonesia, do as the Indonesians -- have you had it before?"

Irene totally had, yes.

"It's.....something I've definitely been fighting with myself about all day, pretty much," Summer admitted, albeit with an odd sort of reluctance. "On the one hand, it's definitely an experience to check off on a list, you know? And it's not like I've had worse; I've had ice cream with flies in it, for god's sake! But, like...also? You know? There's definitely something about it," gee, wonder what!, "to make you kind of pause. A bit."

And this version of Summer really had tried to steer as far from all that weird scatological stuff in her canon as much as possible.

Miguel hadn't had a shirt on all day; he wasn't going to put one on just for the party. Somehow, he didn't think Summer would mind. (He was pretty sure Rosa wouldn't, either.)

"You always have fun with these, don't you?"

Summer did not mind, no, and, considering her currently circumstances, she was going to fully appreciate this particular fashion choice on you, Miguel.

Well, not fully, because Rosa was literally right there and also terrifying.

"I do," she admitted. "They've been a really great distract--Err, experience. A good experience, talking with the locals, getting ideas, finding good ingredients. Honestly, that's one of the best parts about these Wednesday Jello Room Parties; it's not just a party, it's a celebration of the amazing places we get to go to, right?"

But she felt like she was kind of babbling just then, so she reined it in with a, "It's good to see you, though, Miguel, you having a good time so far?"

"It's been great," Miguel said. "Even if I didn't have to ship myself in this time. How've you been?"

"...ship yourself?" asked Summer.

Especially since that was a way easier topic than her answer to that question.

Miguel grinned. "Once Rosa told me I could only come if I got there myself. I shipped myself. It was fun. What's a mangosteen?"

"It's a local fruit," Summer explained. "It's like a delicious mix of lychee, peach, strawberry, and pineapple."

That's what google told her, anyway!

"You should try it! And honestly? Shipping yourself sounds at least cheaper than flying, and probably just about as comfortable as coach, anyway, really..."

Miguel snorted. "I think I had more leg room in the box." He picked up one of the mangosteen to start with. "That's pretty good. So which one's the trick shot - the ash, the durian, or the pepper?"

"And the coffee!" Summer added cheerfully, because if you knew, you knew.

She was honestly a little bummed that Hannibal wasn't here for that one; she would have loved to have heard his thoughts.

She did have Ignis, at least. Budget Hannibal.

"Oh, right. That one, too," Miguel agreed. "So which one's the trick, or do I just need to have them all?"

Be real, he would absolutely try them all anyway.

Hannibal would have loved them all, bar the artificial coloring.

Ignis had to admit to being very relieved that the party was being held on already familiar ground, and he was actually keenly interested in seeing how Summer planned to tap into the flavors of the island for her jello shots.

And was particularly pleased to go breezy, casual, and classic to fit the location and loose theme, as well.

“Hi Ignis,” Goose smiled happily as he walked over to him, “would you like me to get you anything? There’s a lot of shot options tonight,”

That he was trying very hard to pace himself with but he’d already had quite a few, to the surprise of no one.

"Well," said Ignis, smiling as he turned toward Shane and considered his question, "I suppose that all depends. Are there any of them even worth trying, would you think?"

“I do think there’s a few worth trying,” Goose nodded with a smile, “even though I haven’t made my way through all of them yet,” he admitted, “I have really liked the mango sticky rice, the coffee with kopi luwak,” he stumbled over the word, “and the pina colado with king coconut,”

"...kopi luwak?" asked Ignis, his attention clearly grabbed enough by that, even with Shane's struggle with the words, that he might not have even heard the last one. His brow quirked, his chin lifted, his intrigue evident. "Truly? ....ah, but then again, this is Summer we're talking about here, that actually does not surprise me one bit...."

“Truly,” Goose smiled at that, “would you like to get me a shot for you to try?” he offered, noting how intrigued Ignis seemed.

"Please," said Ignis. "....I have to admit, I'm both intrigued and appalled that she would actually go so far as to use kopi luwak in a jello shot, of all things. I'm actually somewhat impressed, if not mildly disturbed."

“I’ll go and get you a shot,” Goose smiled and he went to go and get two shots, he came back and held one out for Ignis, “here you go, I didn’t even know what kopi luwak was before,” he admitted, “it’s actually rather nice,”

Again that was not exactly brand new information Goose, you liked everything.

"It is....definitely not for everyone," Ignis admitted, with a slight, amused huff, as he took the shot from Shane. "In fact, I imagine most people would be quite put off by it. I honestly wasn't sure if I'd have the opportunity to even try any on this trip, and I'm not quite sure what to make of the fact that my first taste will be encased in gelatinous booze, but...it certainly is better than nothing at all."

With that, he lifted the shot, nodded his way.

"Cheers."

“Cheers,” Goose said with a smile as he returned the toast and then downed his own shot.

“What did you think?” he asked Ignis, curious to hear what he thought of the shot.

Jon might not be much for parties, but he knew better than to try to sit one out when it was Summer's and it was in his own area, so he was here.

In a battered Oxford University t-shirt and shorts, but he was here!

Well, at least they weren't jorts, Jon.

"Jon!" And at least Summer would always be glad to see him when he did show up. "You made it!"

Even if it was just to avoid the inevitable berating over the fact that it was literally right here, JON.

Jon smiled back at her. "I did. I, um. I somehow made the trek. You've gone all out."

"Meh." Summer waved a dismissive hand, rolled her eyes a little. "Standard Wednesday Room Party Fare. Most of the impressive stuff is just coming from the location, really, although I will admit to being very proud of incorporating a lot of local foods and fruits in the shots tonight."

"I'm not entirely sure about the black ones," Jon confessed.

"It's got activated charcoal in it!" Summer informed him cheerfully. "You know....for Ash Wednesday?"

It was always hard to tell, who would get what references, but she was pretty sure that whatever Britain Jon was from would have your typical major religious holidays.

"Er...right. For the Catholics that want to have shots on Ash Wednesday." That somehow seemed like a small overlap, but you never knew. "But the Mardi Gras one looks festive!"

"Hello, Jon!" Stark called out. "Glad you made it."

Because it was important that Summer not be disappointed in the turn out. And because it was good for Jon to do things, of course.

"Thank you." Jon smiled a little. "It's good to see you here, too."

"Are you enjoying the trip so far?" Stark asked. "I haven't really seen you, but there's been so much to do."

"I am," Jon answered. "It's been lovely, if a bit humid. I hope you have been."

"It's been a very good trip so far. It's a beautiful here."

"It is," Jon agreed. "I liked the waterfall. And the beach."

"I went on one of the hikes this morning. The views of the ocean were...lovely. It looks so different from the ocean in Fandom. And it's so warm here."

Someone was going to be a sad little alien when they went back to winter.

"It's very blue," Jon agreed. "And warm, yes. They've done very well here. Everyone seems happy."

"They do," Stark agreed.

Or almost everyone. Some seemed...distracted.

"But it's hard not to feel good here, I think."

Jon huffed in laughter. "If I can manage it, probably anyone can," he said, self-deprecatingly.

Stark might have even been able to feel good here last year!

"I'm glad you're enjoying your trip then."

"And you," Jon replied, oblivious to any contradictory indications.

"I wonder what else they have for us to do. I might just want to lie on the sand for a bit."

"The beach does sound nice. I was there for the bonfire but I haven't spent time there during the day yet."

Maybe tomorrow, watching out for his hungover roommate.

"I'm a little afraid to spend too much time there," Jon confessed. "I saw at least one of the students absolutely fried."

Dwight had spent the day out and about, taking in the sights and soaking in the perfect weather. When it was starting to get a little too dark to be out in the water, he headed in and made his way up to the pool and deck area for the party. As almost an afterthought, he remembered to pull on the tanktop he had with him.

"Outdoing yourself yet again Summer," he said as he walked in.

"Hiiiiii, Dwiiiiight," Summer beamed at him as he came over to join the festivities. "I figured I had a pretty high bar to reach with the precedent this place sets in general, but I think I did okay. How have you been doing? Good trip so far?"

"Definitely got nothing big to complain about on this end," he said with a grin. "Trip has been great so far. Have you had a chance to enjoy much of the island yet, or have you been a bit preoccupied with prepping for all of this?" he said with a wave around, snagging one of the shots as he did, briefly hoping he hadn't somehow managed to grab the Durian one right off the bat.

"Today was really the only big prep day," said Summer, with a nod. "So it's all pretty much enjoying things from tomorrow on, but I went on the big hike to the waterfall yesterday and been doing a few other things here and there. Tomorrow is probably definitely going to be a relax-on-the-beach day, I think."

"Dwight," Irene called, waving a hand at him as she wandered over. "Holiday and sun suit you, love. Which jelly shots are we doing together? You choose."

"Irene, good to see you," Dwight said with a grin. "And you are looking wonderful as always. And I had been thinking about the Mangosteen Cosmopolitan and the Mardi Gras ones honestly."

"Day-late Mardi Gras it is," Irene decided, moving over to pluck up a pair of shots. "I was never good at keeping that shit straight, anyway."

And a smudge of ash on your forehead? Terribly unfashionable.

"Eh a party is a party, right? Unless there's a special reason to do so personally, they all can kinda start blending together" Dwight reasoned.

"Now you're sounding like my university days," Irene teased, slanting a look at him as she passed a shot over. "Not quite sure I can keep up with nineteen year-old Irene anymore."

Someone was going to be thirty-four in about three weeks, not that she would admit it.

"Oh, twenty-something military Dwight would be running circles around me for sure," Dwight said with a laugh as he took the shot with a nod and then downed it. "But Im sure Univeristy-Irene could probably go toe-to-toe."

"And then some," Irene told him with a lifted brow, before taking down her own shot in short order. "Though you'd have been just my type back then. Military blokes were always the best partiers."

Which was not to say he'd wholly have been her type -- Irene had known who she was fairly young -- but that didn't mean that military men on leave weren't still some of her favorite people to party with.

"Yeah, there were plenty of parties and more than a handful of drinking contests back in the day" Dwight said with a smirk. "Though back then, it was mostly beer, ale, lager, and such... still is mostly, so probably won't be too many of these ahead for me tonight" he added with a wave towards the array of shots. For the best though, because no one wanted to see drunk Dwight, right?

Oh, no. No one wanted to see that, or would think it was potentially hilarious at all.

"Beer, ale, and lager?" Irene teased lightly, making a little show of looking impressed. "Really, my issue was that I still smoked back then, and there's nothing worse than waking up hungover and realizing how poorly you treated your lungs the night before."

So many tights lost to careless cigarette burns, too.

"You learn to like a range of things (within that general 'beer' class anyways) when you are with the Rangers. You get sent all over the place so ya learn to like what is cheap, fast, an local to wherever they shipped you off to that time around." Dwight pondered that other bit for a minute and nodded. "Never did get into he smoking, thankfully. Drinking was bad enough on the body for me."

Summer's Wednesday Night "Room Party"; Kasambi Estate Pool Area and Deck; Wednesday Evening [02/22].

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