fates_jaye | Room 417, FRIDAY FINALLY, about when people are normalish.

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Room 417, FRIDAY FINALLY, about when people are normalish.

There is a desk with several kinds of moddable booze on it. There are all the things that go with those seveal kinds of moddable booze, such as cups and shot glasses, because you'd better believe Jaye would have all of that. Also, a few more kinda of snacky things, because nothing goes with alcohol like snacky things.

Also, a fire extinguisher. Because Sam said she'd bring a blowtorch. And Jaye's not that stupid.

Also some more, glitter. It's the Seahorse way. Or, part of it.

[For the Seahorsies, SO's, honorary Seahorsies and little sibs. If you're one of those people, feel free to handwave an invite. Up omg early for time zones and stuff. Also, lookit lookit y'all can see the room! *crams people in there*]

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"Do you think they actually melt, or do they just puff up?" Jaye wonders.

"I think it depends on the density of the crystalline sugar coating," Sam could explain the precise endothermic reaction, but this was Jaye, so she didn't.

"Or we could just place bets," Jaye says.

"If we get more than one blowtorch, we can have races."

Jaye's eyes go really wide. "Where can we get another blowtorch?"

"Maybe someone else will bring one, or we can make one," Sam offered, realizing a bit late that maybe that wasn't the best idea.

"You can make blowtorches?"

"Oh, sure," Sam shrugged, "All you need is a full aerosol can with a flammable material inside and a lighter."

"I have a whipped cream can. Think that counts?"

What, it's a Seahorse party.

"No, probably not," she laughed, "but the whipped cream is a nice touch anyway."

"Damn." She frowns. "Maybe sometime tonight we'll all be transported back to the 80's so I can grab a can of Aqua Net?"

"Oh, god, I hope not," Sam groaned, remembering the 80's with anything but fondness. "Maybe we can make a run to Turtle and Canary later."

"Awww, but you'd be so pretty with bangs up too the ceiling," says Jaye, totally imagining it.

"Shut up, unless you want me to shave half your head," Sam elbowed her.

"No shaving Jaye. That's a rule in my room," she says, pulling her hair back protectively.

"You're so uptight, Tyler."

"Just for that, you're getting... somehow punished when I think of something," she says.

"This from a woman who doesn't know how to make a blowtorch."

"Who knows how to make a blowtorch! Besides you."

Sam grinned. "So, shot glasses?"

Jaye goes to get a couple from old!Rose's desk. "I have many," she says proudly.

"That's very convenient," she decided as she reached for the tequila.

"I can be kind of a lush," says Jaye. No, really?

Sam poured two shots, and knocked one back. "High school's a good time to do that."

"And then it's on to the good clean living of college," says Jaye, throwing back her own shot.

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