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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*]
From: [identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
She downed the rest of what was in her glass, made a face, and then gave him a bright smile. "Okay. Where at?" She leaned in and whispered, thinking to add, "I've never had this done before."
From: [identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
"Well for new things you should start slow, kind of ease your way into it. What about on your shoulder?"
From: [identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
"Shoulder is perfect, Jack." Annette? Had come prepared, what with this being her second Seahorse party and everything. She pulled off her top, revealing only her bikini top underneath, and turned around for Jack to get her shoulder. "Should I sit or something or lay down? Wait, no, the room will spin if I do that. So, just stand here and be still?"
From: [identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
Laughing a little, he placed a steadying hand on her back, fingers stroking just a little. "We can't have the room spinning, so that's just perfect. What do you want me to give you?"
From: [identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
"Ummmmm, just paint whatever you want. Oh, as long as it doesn't say kick me or anything meanie like." She giggled a little and reached for her glass. "Oh. Drats."
From: [identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
Jack grabbed the space vodka, partly refilled her glass and handed it to her. "There you go. Now, how about a flower?" he asked, tracing the outline of a daisy on her bare shoulder.
From: [identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
"Thanks, and a flower would be nice." She held still and tried not to squirm because yeah, that tickcled! Annette took a sip from her glass. "Ooh, what the heck is this?"
From: [identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
"Go very, very easy on it. It's space vodka." Mint paint and caramel and a touch of strawberry would be perfect, he decided, and painted a mint stem down her arm. "Seriously, it's black evil from space."
From: [identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
Space vodka seemed pretty cool to her. Coming from space and all. That was like wow. And it being evil? That's even a bigger wow.

Annette took another sip and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling, "I'm going to show it off."
From: [identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
"Wait wait wait, not quite done." Jack added caramel petals and a strawberry centre. "There. Perfect. Now you just need someone to lick it off."
From: [identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
She peered as best she could, down at it, grinning. "Thanks, Jack. I don't know who would want to lick me, but it's a nice thought. And what about you? You want anything painted on you?"
From: [identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
"I don't know who wouldn't want to lick your delectable self," he countered. "And not just yet. I'm more about the giving than receiving at this point."
From: [identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
Annette might have blushed just the tiniest bit, "I've never been called delectable, Jack. Makes me think things. And you're sweet - giving is always better."
From: [identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
"Things are good, things are always good. Alas, I'm spoken for thrice over, of I'd show exactly how much better it is to give than to receive." He grinned. "But you do look good enough to eat. I may be taken, but I'm not blind."
From: [identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
"Three times?" She raised her brows. "Wow, you must be super nice and give really really good...stuff." She drank more of that space vodka and looked him over. "You look good enough to eat too, even without the edible paint. I'm taken too, but not blind either." She nodded with a sly grin.
From: [identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
"Ahh, I like you Annette," he laughed. "Pity we're both taken. And I do give good stuff. Some of the best, actually."
From: [identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
She sighed softly, "I like you too, Jack. Yay for us liking each other in a totally platonic way that would have us eating each other otherwise." She finished off her glass and held it out for him.
From: [identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com
Jack refilled it, chuckling as he did so. "Enjoy. But like I said, it's got more of a kick than it seems."
From: [identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com
She toasted him, grinning, "Okie-dokie, Jack. I'll remember the kick. Promise." She thanked him again and moved off to grab some cheetos to go with her drink.

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