somethingwithturquoise | Room 311; Saint James, Barbados; Wednesday Evening [02/16]

One of the things Summer loved about these tropical school trips is that the making jello shots from local products to really celebrate the place they were visiting during her Wednesday Room Party was sooooo freaking easy. And Barbados had some great options, so, after spending a day of setting it up and getting snacks and other drinks for everyone to enjoy, she was ready to open her door and invite people in for yet another successful room party!

Snacks were moddable and danced that line between typical party fare and local inspirations, and the same could be said for the beer, soda, and stuff for mixing drinks. The jello shots, though, were obviously the stars of the show: passion fruit and prosecco and passion fruit and rum (from yesterday's distillery tour, even!), mango and pineapple and coconut. Even some avocado and something spicy with some local scotch bonnet peppers, and some more with rum, one with root beer and one with ginger beer.

But that starfruit punch was probably her best worst idea ever.

Whatever, it was Wednesday on a school trip! The room was actually really great for this sort of thing, too! Come party it up and regret some decisions in the morning! It's fine, you've still got plenty of days of vacation recovery time left!

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It was Stark's room so of course he was there. Not that not staying in this room would have stopped him anyway. Wednesdays were important.

"I'm not sure about the spicy ones," he admitted to Summer. "But it all looks very nice. As always."

"The spicy ones," she allowed, "are pretty spicy, so that's fair, but there's a lot of them I think you'll still like." She grinned over at Stark and leaned a little on his shoulder. "But thanks. It better look nice, with all the work I put into it."

The party going well would be nice, but it was already paying off with the numbers her posts about the shots were getting on her socials.

"You always do well with these," Stark pointed out. "Because you're good at parties."

And so many other things too.

"Also..."

Sure, he'd been around to be helpful when needed but a kiss hello was still traditional and therefore important. And a kiss hello without a bar in the way was even better than usual. Much more thorough.

"Hi."

"Mmm." Yeah, not having a bar there did make a lot of things easier, something Summer was clearly grateful for in that moment. "No, not yet. Probably tomorrow. For now?"

She grabbed two of the passion fruit and prosecco shots, one for him and one for herself, then lifted hers in a toast.

"Let's fucking party!" she declared, and dismantled that shot's entire existence with expert efficiency.

"Let's fucking party," Stark echoed, grinning at her as he lifted his own jello. He knew she enjoyed it when he said that. Then the shot disappeared quickly.

"I like this room for a party. With the 2 levels."

It was true, Summer did like it whenever Stark let himself loose a little, and that especially went for using non-network-censored proper swear words.

"I do, too," she agreed, taking a moment to look around at the modicum of basic decorations she'd picked up, and then went to pour herself and Stark some of that punch because a girl can not and should not party on jello alone. "It makes the smaller space feel, like, more dynamic. Like, faint whispers of a house party.

In the same vein, Stark adored when Summer occasionally dropped a frell into conversation.

"I don't think I've ever been to a house party. Parties in houses but only very fancy ones and i don't think that's what you meant? I've... mostly been to your parties."

Which was fine with him. The occasional very fancy thing was also good.

"Will you need the spa tomorrow to recover?"

"No " Summer snortes, handing over Stark's punch and taking a sip of her own before sending a withering glance toward Liliana, Ignis, and Steeeeve, "those parties are definitely not what I mean, no. Just picture like these parties, but on a larger, whole house scale. Suburban house scale. Like my parents' house kind of house.

"And I might! I hit up the spa earlier today when I was waiting for the jello to set, and it was pretty nice. You think you might want to join me, if I did go tomorrow?"

"Did you use to throw parties in your parent's house? Or did your grandfather's, ah, everything, make that unwise?"

Rick probably ruined parties. On purpose.

"I'm always happy to join you in a spa." Such a change from his first dpa visit when he'd barely been comfortable just sitting in the pool.

"And maybe dinner?"

"Funny you should ask that," said Summer. "I did used to throw parties at my parents' house whenever they went away for like a date night or weekend or whatever, but once Grampa Rick moved in, he would then throw a party on the same night, and it got real fucked with my high school friends and his space friends, and there was one time we broke the universe so bad that we had to freeze time for, like, a week just to clean up after it before my parents got home. You can actually still see the crack in our driveway where the universe split!"

There was a somewhat wistful sigh, for those much more simpler days of her youth.

"Anyway, yes," she added, "spa and dinner tomorrow sounds awesome, unless the school sponsored activity is also awesome, but, I mean, come on. I think we'll be fine. And obviously I want to start hitting the clubs starting tomorrow, too."

"If we ever go back there you'll have to show me the crack in the driveway."

Unless she already had in which case she could show it again.

He took a sip of his punch.

"Spa early, but not too early. And then...sunset dinner on the beach? And then you can find a club. Or several."

Room 311; Saint James, Barbados; Wednesday Evening [02/16] - Wednesday Night Room Party!

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