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.

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"Hey. I'd ask how it's hanging, but I already know."

He tsks gently, reclining further in the tub.

"Don't be crude. That's my job."

"Been doin' it most of my life, don't see any reason to stop now. Seriously, though, how've you been? Haven't seen you since the wedding."

"Good. Very good."

He looks it, too.

"First time I've been able to spend so long at home in about a year."

"I'm glad. We missed you around here, Breck Girl. Place isn't the same without you."

"I do kind of add an indefinable je ne sais quoi to the place," he agrees.

Faith nods.

"Yeah. Also, nice cheekbones. And talking about Bernard's sex life with Aziraphael just isn't the same."

"Mostly because I can manage it without outshining the observation window."

"He didn't so much blush as stare at me in horror. I blame the image of Bernard in harem pants, but he started it."

"He usually does. Just... inadvertantly. Most of the time, anyway."

"He said he'd considered starting a harem. He was ASKING for it."

He shakes his head sadly.

"Alas, the poor fool. He should know by now that there's no use in trying to compete against my harem."

Faith laughs.

"He was being very sweet. Said I was 'quite ridiculously pretty'. Didn't know angels went in for flattery."

"True, but they're also not given to lying. Giving the truth scope, sometimes, yes, but..."

Faith grins.

"I didn't say it was lying. I know I'm a babe."

"Such modesty. I approve."

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