Summer Smith (
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2024-02-28 04:48 am
Room 312: Naya Shard Hotel - Wednesday Evening - Summer's School Trip Room Party.
On the one hand, having to move over to this janky-ass theme hotel after getting only just a taste of the luxury hotel she'd been planning to have this party in was a real kick in the teeth. But, on the other hand, this hotel definitely did make Summer feel like she was returning to the roots of the vibes of what a room party should be, making the most with what you had just to slip away from responsibilities to enjoy a few beers and some jello shots with either your fellow students or your fellow teachers. There was a charm to it, a certain humbleness, quaint, really...
...At least that's what she was telling herself.
She'd done small room parties before. Some hotels just didn't have the same space or amenities or cool features as others, and it was fine. There might need to be some spill over into the hallway, and the lines between students and teachers were getting so blurred anyway that it didn't really matter about keeping a bunch of kids out, because most of the kids these days were allnerds pretty quiet and chill anyway. But there was a problem with space of the room, and even that was handled by hiring Gladio and Amaya (it was good to have other characters friends with impressive....lifting capabilities!) to move the bed out of the room, into another one for the time being to give more floor space, and, really, with the bed removed? It wasn't too bad. Cozy. Intimate!
...At least that's what she was telling herself.
Of course, there were moddable snacks on a small table against one wall; beer and soda were chilling in the sink in the bathroom filled with ice, and, of course, there was a table with some liquor and even some local wines she was able to lock down along with the main feature, the infamous jello shots. The pride of the offerings was the ones she made with the Doritos booze Stark had gotten her, fancily dusted with a Doritos crumble, but there were also your expected space themed shots, including a space jello punchbowl. And, of course, she'd also taken inspiration from the island (wistfully, piningly) by securing a few local fruits and whatnot for a series of inspired shots there. You know, things like mai tais and pina colada and mojito, but, you know...more space fruit-y.
A part of her wondered if she should take inspiration from the Astrotorium, too, and that was how she wound up with cotton candy, cinnamon roll, and corn dogs.
When did she have the time and how did she get the resources to pull all those off? Don't ask, she had her ways. Just come in, enjoy the party, try not to bump into too many people in the limited space and or party in shifts, maybe? Either way, there was so much jello, there was some good tunes pumping through her portable speaker, and it was time for the traditional Wednesday Night School Trip Room Party!
[[ open party is open! And flying OCD free because I have had a week, y'all, and it's only Wednesday, and I cannot be bothered to ]]
...At least that's what she was telling herself.
She'd done small room parties before. Some hotels just didn't have the same space or amenities or cool features as others, and it was fine. There might need to be some spill over into the hallway, and the lines between students and teachers were getting so blurred anyway that it didn't really matter about keeping a bunch of kids out, because most of the kids these days were all
...At least that's what she was telling herself.
Of course, there were moddable snacks on a small table against one wall; beer and soda were chilling in the sink in the bathroom filled with ice, and, of course, there was a table with some liquor and even some local wines she was able to lock down along with the main feature, the infamous jello shots. The pride of the offerings was the ones she made with the Doritos booze Stark had gotten her, fancily dusted with a Doritos crumble, but there were also your expected space themed shots, including a space jello punchbowl. And, of course, she'd also taken inspiration from the island (wistfully, piningly) by securing a few local fruits and whatnot for a series of inspired shots there. You know, things like mai tais and pina colada and mojito, but, you know...more space fruit-y.
A part of her wondered if she should take inspiration from the Astrotorium, too, and that was how she wound up with cotton candy, cinnamon roll, and corn dogs.
When did she have the time and how did she get the resources to pull all those off? Don't ask, she had her ways. Just come in, enjoy the party, try not to bump into too many people in the limited space and or party in shifts, maybe? Either way, there was so much jello, there was some good tunes pumping through her portable speaker, and it was time for the traditional Wednesday Night School Trip Room Party!
[[ open party is open! And flying OCD free because I have had a week, y'all, and it's only Wednesday, and I cannot be bothered to ]]

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"Space jello, huh," he said, eyeing the bowl critically. "I don't know whether to be offended or not."
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She cast a glance toward the....well, general direction of the outside.
"There are way more offensive things going on outside this hotel room right now than space jello, besides."
Like, had he seen this place?
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At least she was in very good company, as far as the latter went. Everyone seemed to do that.
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"Hey you," she said stretching up for a kiss before settling herself on the floor in the hallway. "Anything exciting going on out here?"
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Was there going to be awkwardness later with sleeping arrangements? Maaaaybe. Who could say?
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No, no. Much better that she herself help to supervise this process, and thus rather than making any kind of grand entrance, Irene had discreetly posted herself up against a wall with a small selection of shots and just a teensy amount of squashed-down misery regarding their foregone luxurious space hotel.
She'd stayed in worse places, after all. She could make the best of this.
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Not enough people showed up to these room parties in fucking Valentino, so it was important to let Irene know that Summer appreciate the heck out of it.
Also it was, like, super cute, so she was maybe a little mad because she wanted one, but now she couldn't because, like, she wasn't dumb enough to try to follow up Irene.
"How's your trip been so far?"
This was a question she imagined would be getting some very interesting responses.
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She almost gravitated naturally toward the booze table and went to find the biggest bottle.
"Let's get this party started!"
A little weird, it being on a Wednesday, but there was booze, and so you definitely wouldn't hear Yukari complaining, she'd be too busy drinking!
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Unless he'd been uninvited for some reason but that was extremely unlikely.
"Corn dogs?" He asked as he looked at the offerings. "And you used the Doritos booze!"
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Yes, she was looking at you, Yukari.
Then she smiled over at Stark and gave the room a happy little appraising look. "Not what I had in mind at the beginning of the trip," she admitted, "but I think I did a pretty good job."
Of course she knew that Stark would agree with her no matter what, probably, but it wouldn't hurt to have that little extra boost of ego over it, either.
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And to make her point, she brought up her hand in front of Amaya, offering two of the corndog shots neatly poised between her nimble fingers.
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"I hear there's alcohol!" she announced. Because she had priorities.
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Was Rosa still likely to harass any of the younger students that tried to think they were cool by joining in?
Yeah, probably.
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"Hello."
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That was mostly an observation of the soda, rather than any prior knowledge of Nell's drinking habits.
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"Come to experience jello horrors? One has Doritos, to warn you."
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Fortunately, she passed out before she could finish the sentence and Liliana could commit a felony.
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