Frontenac Suite; Wednesday Evening [10/23].

[somethingwithturquoise]

The suite that Summer and Stark had been given had boasted being "spacious and perfect for entertaining," and so now Summer was putting that claim to the test with her traditional School Trip Wednesday Night Room Party. Texts had been sent out to remind people of the party or to inform them if it was their first trip (with a caveat that if you were underage, Gladio Amicitia will kick you out, but that was mostly just a formality because, here in Quebec, the drinking age was 18, and she was pretty sure even their youngest students were at least that age now, but, either way, she was covering her bases for resposible chaperone behavior!), and then a good portion of her day was spent getting the jello shots ready, setting up snacks, getting other alternate drinks, and then utilizing this 'perfect for entertaining' space to its full advantage.

And, of course, all the shots were locally inspired and, when possible, locally sourced. You had
Maple Bourbon Cider, Maple Almond, a little French Martini, Honeysuckle Mimosas enchanced with local honeysuckle berries, an Ultimate Caeser, some flag representation, and, of course, the poutine jello shot.

(For which, oddly enough!, there were no recipes to link. Rude!)

The cooler was also filled with bottles of water, Canada Dry, and Puppers and other local brews, and there was a good selection of other booze if you wanted to mix your own drink (especially if you were pouring some of that Gus N Bru).

And the snacks? Of course you have your ketchup chips and all-dressed and dill picklers, and other varieties of moddable party food, but you really don't want to miss the poutine punchbowl.

So come on in! It was Wednesday night! There was a playlist pumping that had only Canadian artists on it (with an emphasis on ones from Quebec, but not exclusively because come on). Time for a mid-week classic room party!

[[ open party is open and flying OCD-free! Swing by, enjoy the party and free booze and snacks and please don't mind if I disappear due to being eaten by work! ]]

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[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto would not be sticking around for long, but he wanted to at least pop his head into the party for a week tiny bit once Noctra was settled in for the night to see what Summee had cooked up, maybe snipe a few of the good ones to bring back with him to share with Liz, and say hi to a few people, maybe.

He was not disappointed, and he absolutely snickering to himself as he took a few quick shots of that poutine punchbowl for posterity.

[deathsmajesty]

"Prompto, darling, what's this I hear about your birthday?" Liliana asked. "I hadn't realized it was this week. I would have gotten you a gift."

But she didn't know and it was possible she was going to do exactly zero shopping this week for unimportant reasons, so he was probably just going to have to deal with have no gifts.

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Oh." Prompto's grin was sheepish and his blush was quick at the reminder of something like, you know, having a birthday, and he chuckled a little, shaking his head. "No, that's alright, Lils, you don't need to get me anything."

And then that humble disregard seemed to fall behind a mask of over-the-top sweetness as he snorted and added, "Your friendship is more than gift enough!"

But, like, also, sure, it was a joke and all, but honestly...? Yeah, it was?

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana laughed, warm and rippling. "Why darling, I've only barely begun to befriend you. Just imagine what horrors might be next." She leaned in and whispered, "Ponies."

[hashtag_chocobro]

Are you sure that's the direction you wanted to take this, Liliana? After that happened the last time you had a conversation where ponies were brought up??

Prompto just groaned and rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I take it back," he said. "Friendship is so not enough. Better make it friendship and not getting my daughter a pony for her birthday or Christmas for my birthday instead."

[deathsmajesty]

We weren't talking about that conversation. Or thinking about it, thank you very much.

"Mmm, I'm thinking more like a fruit basket," Liliana said. "My friendship and a fruit basket sounds much more like something I'd do."