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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[stykera]

Stark had picked up a poutine shot so he could stare at it closely in horror.

Then he'd gotten rid of it, quickly. Best not to tempt fate (or Summer).

[chef_chocobro]

Ignis had no intention of suffering the consequences that might befall him for missing out on a Summer School Trip Room Party, so he would of course be there that evening, mildly judging her choices of wine, being mildly impressed with (most of) her jello recipehs, and dedicatedly ignoring the notion the the words 'poutine punchbowl' had ever been uttered by anyone ever.

Sans glasses, of course, still having, oh so inconveniently, not had the time to replace his broken ones. Which he may be starting to grow a touch more self-conscious about, but he told himself as long as he remembered to blink on occasion and keep a 'roaming gaze', everything should be fine and not too uncomfortable for everyone else.

[single_man_tear]

Did Dean spent yesterday afternoon drinking Canada's best whiskey? Yes. Does that mean he'd probably skip tonight's party because he spent yesterday drinking Canada's best whiskey?

Absolutely not.

He had two bourbon cider jello shots in his hand and was definitely enjoying the music vibe even if it was music after 1979.

[sword_chocobro]

Whether or not Gladio actually planned on playing bouncer like Summer suggested in her text was yet to be seen, but he was more than content in grabbing one of those beers and doing a little socializing while performatively sticking close to the door to give off the bouncer vibe.

[the_best_sister]

Yelena walked into the suite, sizing it up and grabbing a French Martini jello shot immediately as soon as she saw it. She did raise an eyebrow at the poutine punchbowl. Was that a Canada thing or a Summer thing.

Downing the shot and then grabbing a puppers, she leaned against the wall, sipping and silently observing everyone and their outfits. When she realized the playlist was 100% Canadian, she shook her head with a grin. “When in Canada,” she chuckled and started drinking her beer in earnest.

[x_wondrous_x]

These hotel rooms didn't provide much in the form of good lurking corners, but Stewart was there doing his best anyway, with a Puppers in hand and trying not to look too smug over the fact that Summer had clearly taken a good deal of his suggestions for her playlist of Canadian artists to heart.

Everytime a Keys N Krates song popped up, it felt like a small but important victory.

[deathsmajesty]

Unlike her last Summer room party, Liliana didn't stalk into the room demanding alcohol to get herself drunk as fast as possible. Quebec City also wasn't full of people cosplaying her idiot ex and engaging in shipping wars about their love lives. These two things were likely very related.

Instead, she entered on Ignis' arm, in something a little more modern, did a doubletake at the poutine punchbowl (Summer, darling, why?) and helped herself to a single honeysuckle mimosa shot.

Well. To start.

[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.

[witchoftheflesh]

Adrian, once again in his well-tailored black on black on black, had heard about the room party from Yelena (and hadn't asked how she'd heard about it, because she just seemed to know pretty much everything) and had happily shown up - with a small gift for the hosts. Because that was what you were supposed to do, right? Bring a small gift?

"Wow," he said, looking around. "And I thought Wednesday nights at Caritas were impressive."

[sith_happened]

"I am not eating that," Anakin said immediately, pointing at the poutine punchbowl.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon was here, because while "I will be very disappointed if you play a hermit on vacation" might not have actually been said in Summer's text, he was fairly sure it was implied.

So. Here he was. At a party. But hey, he knew most of the people! This shouldn't go too badly.