[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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[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

Mordred, suddenly 5'5 instead of 5'10 and a girl, nods.

"Yeah, we have."

[slayer_fray]

Mel's eyes widen and she grins. "Figured out how t'make it work forya, huh? Welcome to the party, Mordred. Getcha a drink?"

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

And then he's back again. The girl trick is mostly for Lilly's amusment.

"Not yet. I am still sadly sober."

[slayer_fray]

"We can fix that," she declares, pulling him over to the kitchen. "What's your poison?"

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Vodka."

Quick, and prompt, and god does it get you drunk fast.

[slayer_fray]

"Oh we've got vodka somewhere..."Mel scans the bottle and triumphantly produces a bottle of Grey Goose from the back. When you have supernatural tolerance, you go for taste and quality.

She pours him what appears to be a quadrupal shot and hands it over, before pouring one herself.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He downs it, and gasps. Natural tolerance to alcohol, created over a life time of water not being safe to drink, meet...this.

[slayer_fray]

Mel laughs, taking a mouthful of her own drink, but not coming close to downing it.

"It's more of a sippin' drink," she points out.

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"And I'm trying to get drunk," he points back with an easy smile.

[slayer_fray]

"Oh well, in which case we have the nasty stuff as well. Lemme know when your tastebuds are burnt off."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Dead, old girl. They can't change."

[slayer_fray]

Mel blinks and shrugs.

"I'm only twenty," she points out. "Already had someone tell me this week I was too old to not be married yet."

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Figure of speech." And he looks wistful. "I'm nineteen and 11 months. Permanately."

[slayer_fray]

"There are worse ages to be," Mel says happily. "My brother's permanently fourteen."

And ain't he a barrel of laughs?

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. I guess. But...a month. Just ONE month and I would have an adult. One."

[slayer_fray]

"Does it matter?"

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

He shrugs.

"Matter of pride, really."

[slayer_fray]

"Pride's overrated."