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

[somethingwithturquoise]

Just because Summer wasn't behind the bar at Caritas this Wednesday didn't mean that there wouldn't be jello. In grand school trip tradition, since pretty much the dawn of time (or, at the very least, the dawn of Summer being a part of this school), she had spent the majority of her day getting ready for her big "room" party, although this time around, the term was being very loosely applied, because when you had a space like this, shoving a party into a bedroom on a technicality was practically a crime.

So after a morning of mixing jello and then portaling around to get other supplies (there may have been a detour over to Ethiopia, while she was at it, which she did not want to talk about, but boy, was it a good thing she had a party to focus on right now, the narrative could say at least that much!), she was now back to get things all set up and decorated with your standard fairy lights and something to softly, unobtrusively pump music into the air, with the jello shots and moddable snacks and other drinks all laid out not only on tables on the deck, but also awaiting in the water, as well.

Which could be dangerous, sure, but they had a nine foot tall shark man that could not get drunk as a lifeguard, they'd be fine!

And, of course, she'd dressed the part of a pool-side party goddess, and she'd tried her best to keep the jello shots in the spirit of the trip with local ingredients, and she had them all displayed with a nice little placard that she'd quick-printed:

Wednesday Room Party Jello Shots!

Mango Sticky Rice
'Sriracha' Pepper with Indonesian Sambal
Coffee with kopi luwak
Durian
Rambutan
Piña Colada with King coconut
Mangosteen Cosmopolitan
One-Day-Late Mardi Gras
Ash Wednesday

The Room Party is Open!

[[ Flying OCD free! Open to all faculty and their guests, who definitely would have received a text invitation at some point! Students will definitely have to try to get through the bouncers, though ]]

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[sith_happened]

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.

[stykera]

"Did you run out of clothes already?"

[sith_happened]

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

[stykera]

"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.

[sith_happened]

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

[stykera]

"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.

[sith_happened]

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

[stykera]

"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!

[sith_happened]

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

[somethingwithturquoise]

"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.

[sith_happened]

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

That would definitely work.

[somethingwithturquoise]

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."

[sith_happened]

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."

[somethingwithturquoise]

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."

[sith_happened]

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

[somethingwithturquoise]

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."

[sith_happened]

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

[begmetwice]

"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.

[sith_happened]

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

[begmetwice]

"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.

[sith_happened]

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.

[begmetwice]

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."

[sith_happened]

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

[begmetwice]

"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."

[sith_happened]

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