[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

Comments

[slayer_fray]

She beams.

"They're rocketship. Get you a drink?"

[badinlatin]

"Yeah, absolutely." Mal is slow enough that he doesn't mention the bottle in his hand is for her.

"Brought ya somethin'."

[slayer_fray]

"Rocketship!" Mel's face lights up. "Hang on..."

She vaults a chair to get to the breakfast bar - and lets hope Mal looked away when she did so - and returns with two glasses.

"You had this before?"

[badinlatin]

"Shi a. Pretty popular for a girly drink. Surprisingly tasty too."

And yes, Mal looked away. For he is Chivalrous And Polite.

And also it might be that Mel could kick his pigu any time she wanted.

[slayer_fray]

If Mel cared, she'd be wearing underwear.

She pours two glasses of the drink and hands one to Mal.

"Cheers, then."

[badinlatin]

Mal may be drinking pink liqueur that tastes like fruit, but he downs it like a man. Hoo-rah.

"So...Do I get a tour?"

[slayer_fray]

Mel also downs her drink liek a man. Because she has a constitution that can knock houses down.

"Sure," she says, "um, this is the living room, and that's the kitchen," and she points at the galley kitchen nearby, before starting to head over to Lilly's room.

[badinlatin]

Mal nods as Mel shows off the suite, nearly tripping over a balloon as he follows along.

Wish I had a joint this big.

[slayer_fray]

"My room," Mel points at the locked door. "Using it for storage of breakables and other shinies.

"This," she says, reaching the bathroom, "Is our hot tub."

[badinlatin]

Mal surveys the hot tub, grimacing slightly.

"I didn't think to bring a suit."

[slayer_fray]

Mel smirks and points at the sign saying clothing optional

[badinlatin]

Mal shoots a face that reads Not for me it ain't at Mel, but he does actually realize that that would be a lie.

"Not yet? That would require liquor I believe."

[slayer_fray]

Mel beams at him and holds up the bottle still in her hand. She has, however, lost her glass.

"And that, we have no problem with."

[badinlatin]

Now that is most likely the biggest smile Mel's ever seen from Mal. Shiny.

"Sounds good." And Mal walks to the repository o' liquor and retrieves a bottle of Cuervo.