[Milliways: Suite 132 Suitewarming]

[slayer_fray]

Lilly and Mel have out done themselves.

There's no theme to this party, no gimmicks, other than the 'welcome to our suite and please get very drunk' idea, and this aim has been faciliatated by the huge numbers of bottles of all sorts of alcohol covering the galley kitchen. The breakfast bar boasts five huge bowls of punch, the dining table is covered in assorted snacks and dips, and brightly coloured balloons cover the floor, and, despite the best efforts by a certain boyfriend to use helium for comedy voice purposes, the ceiling as well.

The door to the main bathroom stands open, and a large pile of freshly laundered towels stand on the way to the hot tub, above which a large sign declares: clothing optional.

Mel's bedroom door is shut and locked, protecting weaponry and other valuables, while Lilly's room is opened, and her Bathroom is very clearly labelled.

Out on the balcony, the barbeque takes pride of place among a vast amount of meat, just waiting to be made use of.

The centre of the living area is cleared, but a box of Twister has been placed very obviously on top of the locked entertainment centre.

Suite 132 is open for business

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

There's a sharp knock on the doorframe, and Faith pokes her head in.

She's wearing a bikini, and that's about it.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy stares for as long as is polite, then for a while longer. Then swallowing hard, he slumps onto the counter, and melts onto his knees behind the breakfast bar. This is going to be a tough party for him...

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith saunters up to him and peers down at him.

"Hey, Indy. You OK back there?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

There's something akin to a strangled affirmation of okayness. And for once his eyes seem to be darting less hungrily, anxiously seeking something less arousing to fix on.

"Yes. How are you?"

Toaster! Yay. Indy is saved. It's a very interesting toaster.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"I'm good. Nice of the girls to invite me."

Ogle, Indy. You know you want to.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Mustn't ogle. Toaster good. Faith flesh... also good... but BAD!

"Yeah. It wouldn't be the same without you." He grapples himself back to his feet and grabs a cup. "Punch?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Awwww, that's sweet."

She leans over the counter, hugging him and kissing his cheek.

"Sure. Thanks."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

A tiny whimper may escpae at the bodily contact, but otherwise he takes it like the man he is. Faith gets her drink and the dirty smirk she's been waiting for.

"You're overdressed really," he notes. "For a Thursday around here."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"I'll strip for the hot tub," Faith says, smirking back.

[lvpd_sidle]

"Hey, Faith." Sara waves the hand that's not holding a cup full of blue...something.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith waves back, and joins her.

"Hey Sara. Nice legs."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Thank you." Whatever she's drinking has already given her a pleasant buzz.

"Nice whatever that is that you really aren't wearing."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Oh thanks. It claims to be a bikini." Faith smirks. "It serves its purpose."

[lvpd_sidle]

She smirks back. "I'm sure it does."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"So how've you been doing? Haven't talked in a while."

[lvpd_sidle]

"I'm all right, though..." she hesitates for a minute.

"My father showed up about a week or so ago. He may be a Security concern due to past incidents."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith blinks, and then her expression hardens for a second before softening sympathetically.

"Want me to take him outside and smack him around a little for you?"

[slayer_fray]

"I know we said clothing optional..."

Mel greets Faith with a cheerful one-armed hug. The other hand is carrying a bottle of Tequila.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith laughs and hugs her back.

"Hey, it's Thursday, Mike and Indy are gonna be here...it seemed appropriate."

[slayer_fray]

Mel raises an eyebrow and uses one finger to ping the strap of the bikini.

"We don't wear these on Thursdays."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's eyebrows go up.

"Well, I wasn't gonna walk through the halls naked to get here."

[slayer_fray]

Mel shrugs.

"You make a good point there."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Happens sometimes. Anyway, you're wearing more than I am."

[slayer_fray]

Mel nods.

"It's a special occasion. I'm expecting Adam, and he has a thing against Naked."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's a shame. I'm a fan of it, myself."