somethingwithturquoise | Room 312: Naya Shard Hotel - Wednesday Evening

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 all ~~nerds~~ 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 ]]

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Even if Amaya hadn't already been present with helping in the rearrangement of the furniture (which had sure been something, because, strong as they both were, Gladio still had a full foot of height on her, so it was a little...uneven in that respect), Summer's room party was a school trip tradition that had served her well in the past, and she wasn't missing this for anything.

"What are your thoughts," Irene asked, her voice low and conspiratorial as she actually leaned into Amaya's side once she located her -- it was close quarters in here, after all, but also...you know, she quite felt she didn't really need the excuse anymore, either, "on things that are normally on sticks, but have been presented sans sticks?"

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.

Amaya, however, still felt she needed the excuse, so don't mind her while she leaned on the fact that it was a bit crowded in here as sufficiently as she leaned on Irene right back. Especially with the intrigue that conspiratorial tone brought, lifting her eyebrow with interest, which just culminated with the mention of sticks, faltered slightly at the concept of sans sticks, but then went into a laugh as soon as the shots were presented.

"I think in this case?" she said, reaching for one of them with an eager grin. "Absolutely acceptable!"

Especially if Irene was having one, too.

"Cheers?" she asked, lifting her speculatively toward Irene's.

"Cheers, darling," Irene agreed, tapping (clinking, clearly, was not the word here) her little cornbreaded shot to Amaya's and, without much fanfare, stuffing the lot into her mouth.

It was a shot, after all. Customary to do the whole thing in one go, right?

Bonus points for a distinct lack of elegance, and perhaps even more bonus points could be awarded for how very hard Irene was trying not to care about being inelegant. It did help that it was a fairly tasty snack. Like America's answer to the (obviously far superior) sausage roll.

Irene was absolutely earning all the bonus points with Amaya in that moment. Not that it was that hard, at this point, Irene just got bonus points to being there, which was a thought that might threaten to offer far more than what Amaya had bargained for it dwelled on for too long, which was exactly why it would not be.

"Not bad!" she decided, the shot having been stuffed in her mouth in one go easily, but still not quite gone by the time she spoke, although she did lift a hand to cover her mouth when she did. "And probably, actually, a good idea not to have it on a stick, as that might get a little uncomfortable on the way down."

Irene had, in fact, entertained the idea of going home several times since the hotel migration, and thus should be awarded even more bonus points for staying! Was it because she privately loved dodgy funfairs, even if the accommodations were awful, or because she had found herself sappily thinking that she couldn't possibly abandon Amaya? ¿Por qué no los dos?

"Think there might be a bit of an art to eating it off the stick in one go," Irene contributed once she'd swallowed, and the way her eyebrows playfully waggled left little interpretation room as far as what she meant. "Nice party? Good work with the bed, love, you saved us all from being even more squashed."

It had been kind of Gladio to help, too, of course.

Amaya was still a bit slow on the uptake when it came to certain innuendo, but she had undoubtly started to recognize the expression on Irene's face when she'd made one. So there was a moment as she blinked and tried to sort it out and--

"Oh!" There it was, confirmed with the lift of her chin and the expected flood of red spreading across her face. She laughed a little. "Well..."

Give her a moment, she could do one, too! Maybe not with the sticks, that was a little harder to work with, but...

The grin on her face as she scrounged something up was ridiculously proud and pleased.

"What can I say? You know how I sure know my way around a bed."

Irene's smile was bright and prouder than probably warranted. The innuendo understood, and one parried back by Amaya? Dreams coming true here, before her very eyes.

"You are absolutely the first person I'd call if I needed any sort of assistance with my bed, that's for certain," she agreed resolutely, nodding her head.

"Good," said Amaya, whose blush, of course, deepened considerably, but it was probably just as much from a pleased satisfaction at a deftly landed attempt as it was for what she'd been attempting in the first place. "I'd be a bit worried if you didn't."

Which probably came out a little more sincerely than intended, but she was already moving on to something else before that could really lock in.

"So," she said, "any of the other shots look good?"

Tempted though Irene was to actually voice aloud that Amaya had no need to worry there -- it wasn't even that she knew better, so much as it was just a practiced part of the dance to never say anything so obvious.

So, instead, her hand sought out Amaya's for a brief, emphatic squeeze, as though to non-verbally (never verbally) reassure her of this fact that was, honestly, already all over Irene's face -- and that could certainly be excused away by how Irene was also tugging her over to peer at the shots, right?

"The pina coladas are quite pretty, aren't they? And I'm curious about the punch bowl -- though, you know, I've just learned that calling it space jelly might be quite offensive to some."

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Definitely just to help them both make it through the crush of bodies together, absolutely. And the tightness of Amaya's grip was just because she was so effortlessly strong. Couldn't be helped.

And she was considering which stood out the most to her when her brow knitted in confusion at this news. "Really?" she asked. "But why? That's what it is, though, isn't it?"

She gestured demonstratively with her other hand, since the other seemed intent on staying where it was, up until the point where Amaya's brain caught up with it and realized what it was up to.

"Jelly that looks like space?"

And you know, it was just so busy in here that Irene obviously needed to twine their fingers together to ensure they didn't get separated! Also, they'd need more shots posthaste to help make sure no one's brains caught up anywhere!

"You know, you'd think, but apparently there's quite a lot of space, and it's offensive to not be more specific," Irene told her, shrugging. "Though maybe that particular offering is allowed to be a bit more vague, considering it does look like space, rather than simply being from space?"

Room 312: Naya Shard Hotel - Wednesday Evening - Summer's School Trip Room Party.

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