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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Lilly's practically in his lap now, kissing him back with her arms around his neck and then a thought occurs to her through the mists of tequila. She pulls back, just slightly.

"Pete? Um, didn't we decide this was like, a really bad idea?"

Peter freezes.

"Fuck," he says. "Fuck. Yes. We did."

But he makes no effort to move away.

Neither does Lilly.

"Of course," she says only somewhat drunkenly, "it doesn't seem like a bad idea right now and that should count for something, right?"

Just in case it does, she kisses him again.

Oh, it counts for a lot. A whole lot.

Not that he can really think, now that she's kissing him again.

Sitting in his lap in a hot tub wearing a bikini and kissing him, that is.

"So you're okay?" Lilly murmurs, kissing the line of his jaw and moving to his neck.

Peter's hands move over her back and he shudders at the feel of her lips on his neck.

Expecting coherence at this stage is probably pointless.

Lilly knows she didn't really get an answer, but it's not stopping her from sliding her arms around Peter's neck and kissing him again.

Peter's hands slide up her back to fumble with the back of her bikini.

He doesn't really know what he's doing anymore, and he doesn't much care.

It's pretty obvious, and Lilly pulls back, takes his hands in hers.

"Hey, Pete," she says softly. "You sure you're okay?"

Peter blinks, tries to focus.

"Yes."

"...what?"

Lilly smiles, kisses him, and then slides off his lap.

"I think you're on the drunk side of okay, Pete. We should probably get you some water."

Peter frowns. The Lilly is gone!

Lilly thinks he should have water.

Well. He probably should then, shouldn't he?

He looks for water. There is tequilla, and hot tub water, but no water inna glass.

And then Lilly returns, with a bottle of water that she hands to Pete.

"Drink this, okay? And maybe we should think about getting you out of the hot tub and to someplace where you can sober up."

Peter obligingly drinks and climbs out of the hot tub.

Well, okay, he tries to climb out of the hot tub. He doesn't succeed.

Maybe the tequilla's getting to him, after all.

Maybe?

Lilly tries not to giggle as she helps him out of the hot tub and wraps a towel around him.

"Feeling any better?"

Peter takes a deep breath.

He's had some water, he's out of the hot tub - and she's still standing close, but his brain's a little less foggy now.

"Yeah. Um. I should go t'bed. Probly."

"Aw, really?"

Lilly pouts.

"There's still plenty of party left, even if you're done with hot tubbing. Of course, if you really want to go, I won't force you to stay. I can't. You're still bigger than me, and I'm not a ninja yet."

Peter blinks and nods blearily.

"Bed," he says, determinedly.

If he stays, there's no guarantee he won't kiss Lilly again.

"Okay," Lilly says, laughing.

"You need help getting back to your room?"

"No. I got it."

And he heads unsteadily towards the door, stopping to get his discarded clothing.

He's walking more or less okay, and there's a limit to how much trouble he can get into between her suite and the House of Arch... Well, probably.

Lilly waves as Peter exits the suite, then heads to the bar for another drink. There's still plenty of party left for her, after all.

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