slayer_fray | [Milliways: Suite 132 Suitewarming]

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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"Awwww, that's sweet."

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

"Sure. Thanks."

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."

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

He lobs a bunny tail at her. "Until then, put that on and curse your luck that you missed me in the bunny suit on Monday."

Faith puts the tail on, obediently.

"I would have liked to see that. I don't get ears?"

"Of course. I just wanted to watch that first," he says seriously, handing over the other part of the kit.

Faith waggles her bunny tail-clad butt at him as she fastens the ears.

He looks around at the set of bunny converts and smiles proudly. Hugh would be proud of him.

He hands her a cup of pink punch to top it all off.

"Perfect!"

Faith grins at him.

"Now all I need is Hugh Hefner and breasts the size of melons."

"Your breasts are just fine, thank you very much. I don't like enhancements. Au naturale suits me just fine."

Faith beams at him.

"You're a good boy, Indiana Jones."

"I mean," he continues when it would probably be prudent to stop, "if they've got a bit of jiggle, what more can a guy ask for?"

Faith snorts.

And wriggles, a bit.

And Indy wins. Somehow. In his head he does anyway.

He flicks her bunny tail as he walks around her to get to a different punch bowl.

"Are you a breasts or an ass girl, Faith?" he asks innocently.

"Both," Faith says, promptly. "Together or seperately."

Indy nods. "I like breasts."

"I had noticed."

Indy laughs, then sighs. "No sign of Delia yet."

There must be a connection there somewhere.

"I met her. She's pretty."

Oh no! New mental images, that just won't stop coming. He smiles, alightly awkwardly. "She's delightful. Thank you."

Moving swiftly on, "Connor back yet?"

Faith beams.

"Yeah, he came back the day of Tonks and Bernard's wedding."

"Oh... yeah." He coughs and looks away. "Sorry again, about the shouting across the aisle thing. Didn't know you were back there."

Which of course means, it would have a perfectly okay thing to do if she hadn't been there.

Faith raises her eyebrows at him.

"You're lucky I was in a dress, or I might have kicked your ass."

"And You looked d..."

-elightful
-elicious
-ivine

"..rop-dead gorgeous in it. My heart still hasn't recovered."

He beams.

Faith smirks.

"You sure the heart's the organ you mean?"

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