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! ]]

Comments

[deathsmajesty]

Sure Stark. No, you weren't forced to eat them, but...

"Thank you, darling. We couldn't not. I mean, I couldn't not, because I adore parties, and Ignis couldn't not because, regardless of everything else, he knows not to cross Summer."

[stykera]

He did it to himself, Liliana. That was the worst part.

"I try never to cross her myself," Stark said mildly. "You warned Ignis about the poutine? And the... other poutine?"

[deathsmajesty]

"Oh, Ignis didn't need me to warn him," Liliana tsked, since the suggestion that he would need a warning wouldn't endear Stark to him any further. "He noted that as soon as we came in. And promptly chose to pretend it didn't exist."

[stykera]

Who said anything about need? Saying 'there's a horrible thing on that table' was just proof you cared!

"Wise of him," Stark said, nodding. "The others I've tried have been good. And the chips. I didn't know they came in some of these flavors."

[deathsmajesty]

Leaving things unspoken was part of how they worked. Liliana and Ignis proved they cared through elaborate games that they made up as they were playing and didn't inform the other that they'd started, as seeing how fast the other caught on was half of the fun.

Sort of like the game they were currently playing with his glasses.

"I admit, I'm dubious about a lot of these things. Ketchup is barely an acceptable condiment, who decided to turn it into a chip?"

[stykera]

Game? Surely the lack of sunglasses in the entire province was a serious matter.

"I think it tastes better than the actual ketchup," Stark offered. "And the pickle ones are quite good."

[deathsmajesty]

It was a shocking state of affairs, that was for certain!

"It would almost have to," Liliana sniffed. "...Though the pickle ones might be worth investigating."

[stykera]

No one could have predicted such a thing!

"There are plenty of other things to eat if you'd rather not. But I do recommend the pickle chips. And if they're terrible..."

Stark shrugged. "You can always get rid of the taste with some jello. The little leaf ones are good."

[deathsmajesty]

"And it's true I haven't whurr-whurr'd at Ignis in awhile..." Liliana mused thoughtfully, making a noise that might be generously considered a microwave sound if one knew what it was meant to be in advance. "I suppose if someone else is having some, I'll steal one from their plate or whatnot."

[stykera]

"Whurr whurr?" Stark echoed curiously.

"If I get some more chips would you like one?"

He was already headed for the chips.

[deathsmajesty]

As she knew he would.

"You know when Ignis pinches the bridge of his nose and looks like he's questioning why the gods would make a world full of this much suffering for him personally?" Liliana said, with utmost fondness.

[stykera]

"I'm very familiar with that look of his," Stark said with a soft sigh. "Yes."

He held out a plate newly full of chips.

[deathsmajesty]

"That noise is one of the ways I can summon it on command," Liliana preened, studying the chips carefully before plucking one from the plate.

She sniffed it. Touched her tongue to one side. Considered. And finally popped it into her mouth. "Not the worst thing," she declared.

Reaching for another.

[stykera]

"Why would I offer you the worst thing? You aren't Anakin. He deserves it."

[deathsmajesty]

One of Liliana's arched. "Why does Anakin deserve the worst thing?" she asked while nibbling on her third chip.

She needed to know, Stark. Dish.

[stykera]

"Because he's Anakin."

Stark grinned.

"He's one of my oldest friends. But you've seen what he does on Wednesdays."

[deathsmajesty]

"Ugh."

So yes, she did remember what he did on Wednesdays. "Pudding in my cleavage."

Sure that had been McGarrett's fault, but who was the reason it was even possible?

[stykera]

Stark paused for a moment to consider that mental image.

"He's terrible," Stark said fondly. "So sometimes he deserves a terrible thing or two."

[deathsmajesty]

"So, you're telling me that your tendency to bond over terrible things didn't start with Summer but is, instead, the natural conclusion of an already-existing habit," Liliana said, regarding him. "I see."

[stykera]

"No, he didn't subject me to anything terrible when we were both students here. It just happens now. He started it."

Maybe they'd bonded over being enslaved children? And space people?

[deathsmajesty]

One could make the argument that being an enslaved child was, in fact, a terrible thing.

"And how exactly did he start it?"

[stykera]

Well, yes, but they hadn't done that together!

"With Wednesdays. And dumping ice water on me at prom once."

Stark had deserved that bucket.