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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"Seems to be a match made in heaven, yes." Complete agreement.

"Can't believe I haven't seen you at Happy Hour the last two weeks. You seriously missed out."

~~Mun was working, woe.~~

"How ever will you forgive me?"

"I can't. But I can make you curse by telling you what you missed," he says innocently. "Your anguish will be enough for me."

"Tell me, O Wise One, how would I have possibly benefited from seeing you in a bunny costume? My dreams are relatively nightmare free." Cue the smiiiiirk. The Milliways grapevine is such a wonderful thing.

"Ahhh... but you missed the free bunny tails and ears," he notes idly, pushing the box of extras out of her reach. "Plus, the week before we went topless."

"Like I said, I'd prefer not to have nightmares--HEY!" she ducks when he swats at her.

"Though you're right. Shame I missed that. You could be going topless now."

Indy wiggles his shoulders and toys with the first button on his shirt. Admittedly, the first button that's actually fastened is already quite a way down his chest.

He gives gruff voice to some kind of strip-tease beat, but it sounds more like something from a porn movie to be fair.

"I am not nearly drunk enough to justify this," she mutters, getting another cup.

"And yet... you're still watching."

And before she has a chance to snark back, his Hawaiian shirt is flicked off and lobbed onto her head.

"Oh boy, I'll submit this for What Not To Wear. You can be on national TV."

"Uh." He looks at her flatly as he winds down from the show and snatches back the shirt. He doesn't put it back on though. "Movie star, remember. International star!"

"Forgot about that. Oh darn."

Indy beams smugly.

He spots Barry lurking near the door and gives him a wave. "Dang, didn't think he'd check in. Good for him. And good for you! You're doing a fine job on his sense of morality I can see."

She smirks. "He trusts me. And knows I'm from Vegas."

"Fair enough." He wrinkles his nose at her. "You aren't that sinful though, really. When it comes down to it."

She shrugs. "Never saw the point to most of it, truthfully."

"Depends what type of sin we're talking about on that one. I'm a big fan of lust and sloth, personally."

"Lust is good in proper context. Sloth--same thing. Gluttony, not so much. Greed, same thing."

"So, what sin is gambling?" he wonders.

"Greed, Pride, Envy...and lust in a way, I suppose."

"Hm. Suppose so. I only play poker."

He finishes his drink, crushes the cup in his fist, then wonders why. He gets another cup and fishes out a fresh measure of punch.

"More skilful than slots or the other table games really."

She shrugs. "Depends on your point of view, I suppose. Never cared for gambling, personally."

"Fortune and glory, hun. Fortune and glory."

"One CSI was killed because her partner was off in a casino gambling. Another guy died from lead poisoning at the poker table. Not to mention the odd homicide every other week."

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