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

[fates_jaye]

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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Re: Arrive!

[fates_jaye]

Jaye opens the door for her, saying, "Yay alcohol!"

Like she needs more.

Re: Arrive!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Yay, hi, thanks for having a party, thanks for letting me attend, God I need one. Champagne or scotch?" Parker offered, opening up both and pouring herself a glass of the first.

Re: Arrive!

[fates_jaye]

"Champagne? We're Seahorses. We shun classy," she says. "Unless it's got like a ton of orange juice in there and then has other stuff added in like a giant alcoholic car bomb. I've had a few drinks."

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"No kidding. Does it help that I swiped this from someone?" Parker offered, grinning. "And we can put something horrible in it, I guess. Kool-aid? Or apple juice and pineapple juice?"

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[fates_jaye]

"Kool-Aid?" Jaye repeats, frowning like you don't do that to the wrong kinds of alcohol- namely, anything besides vodka. "You're very bad at this."

Re: Arrive!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"True enough." Parker shrugged, looking amused. "So. Have we got whatever goes in the champagne to make it less classy and more Seahorse-friendly?"

Re: Arrive!

[fates_jaye]

"Screw the champagne. We have like eight bottles of whiskey," Jaye says. "Though if you combine the two, you will have to be ill anywhere but my room. Including the bathroom."

Re: Arrive!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Fair enough." Parker saluted her, then grinned. "I'll take my drunken self to my room or the boyfriend's, and make him deal with it."

Re: Arrive!

[fates_jaye]

"I didn't check up on Jarod today," Jaye says suddenly, and while it might seem random, it really is a logical progression in her head.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker gets that progression, since it's one she's been trying to ignore. "He's probably okay now. I'm guessing you ran into him while he was enchanted, like I did." She shot Jack a look. "But if Jack's better, than I'm guessing he is." Debate, debate. "Which is no reason for you not to call." And downnnn her throat goes that entire glass of champagne in order to deal with that concept, yup.

Re: Arrive!

[fates_jaye]

"Yeah, yeah, I know, you know everything," Jaye says, getting out her phone to call, but listening to her voicemail instead. And not saying a word as to what that was about.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker stuck her tongue out at her, and poured herself another glass of champagne. "I don't know what you're listening to right now," she pointed out, then added, "Not that I'm asking."

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[fates_jaye]

"Wouldn't tell you anyway," she says, sticking her tongue out at her right back. She's also debating whether calling back now would be tacky and if she has the brain cells to care.

Re: Arrive!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker slammed the second glass of champagne, and resisted the urge to call Jarod. Because, hi. Semi-girlfriend of his standing right there. Tacky. Not smart. And she *has* a boyfriend. So there.

Instead, she sticks out her tongue at Jaye again, and crosses her eyes.

Re: Arrive!

[fates_jaye]

Just for that, Jaye's being tacky. Though not so tacky that she doesn't at least try to get out of earshot before making a call back. Hey, he earned that one.

Re: Arrive!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker wasn't listening-- at least not after the words 'revenge of the drunk dial.' Right. Time to find more booze. Jarod is not. her. problem. Nope. Nope. Nope.

Alcohol makes everything better.

One tequila. Two tequila. Three tequila. More.