DIERDRE'S HOUSE: GIRLS ONLY PARTY

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

At Dierdre's highly impressive front door, all comers find this note:

Dear Sisters,

Whether you're a student, a teacher or a townie, if you need to unwind with the girls, come on in. Especially if there's a special someone you're trying to make jealous.

Lingerie optional, though preferred. Hair brushes and massage oils welcomed.

Sweet breath, warm-smelling skin, and kissable mouths absolutely desire.

We await you breathlessly.

The Sisterhood of Shared Sins and Taunting the Boys til the Cry or Give it Up


NO BOYS ALLOWED
Unless you've come to collect your woman. In which case, we'll consider it.

OOC - Beka's mun is swamped with work and may be intermittent for awhile. If you need Beka for something, page her voicemail from here: valentine_tart. Aeryn's under the weather, so she'll be NPC. No one hurts her or they die. Beka will see that she makes it home to Crichton's.

Comments

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Seriously, Parker, what haven't I got?

There's a bottle of Cuvee somewhere... really can't afford the Dom Perignon. White wine, red wine, rose wine, vodka, gin, baccardi, malibu...

*pauses*

Damn. Didn't think to pick up any mixers

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker grins like a shark. "A woman after my own heart." She grabs the Bacardi and vodka, and kicks the door closed. "Everyone? Weir sprang for more booze! Valentine, where the hell are your mixers?"

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*laughs* You can thank the USAF for this. I found a credit card they forgot to take away from me.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

God, I love zoomies. ~Fly me to the moon...~

*Parker stops herself from singing OMG, she doesn't do that crap!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I'm quite partial to the dress blues ;)

*sudden idea*

Holy crap, we need a stripper!

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

You are a genius, Weir.

*looks around for phone frantically*

Right. What the hell address are we at?

Deidre? Oh, *hostess*? Beka?

We. Need. Strippers!

*also looks for her credit card*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

We so need them in uniform! And if we can't find any proper ones, maybe we could bribe Jack and Kawalsky to find out their old uniforms and stand in

*throws in AF credit card to help*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

There's an invoice you dont' want the GAO to see

Exactly.

BEKA! Goddamnit, woman, you should know these things!

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Hell no, but what are they going to do to me that's worse than high school? Besides, they'd have to admit that they screwed up and left me with the card, and that ain't gonna happen... ;)

There's got to be someplace around here we can get some from...

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Has his dress blues in the closet. Brought them back from Colorado Springs today, because they're his comfort item.

Is totally NOT a virgin

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

We may relax the rules to let you in for that purpose.

Wait by your phone

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

*waits with baited breath*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Has told Parker. She might come and check the merchandise first

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Met Parker earlier. Can definitely live with 'try before you buy'.

[janet_fraiser]

Parker, you're a genius. Or Liz. I'll pitch in.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*Parker finally finds a phone, but has no idea who to dial*

Damnit. *looks around* Ha. Fraiser? Yellow Pages? Computer index? Handy purple phone card?

You're all beautiful and I don't want you.

Get. Me. Males.

And not those virginal nimrods that just left, either. Ew.

[janet_fraiser]

Good God, Parker, you expect me to have found where Deirdre keeps the phone book? I haven't even had a chance to find her booze yet. This is all donated stuff.

On the other hand, anybody bring a computer? I bet she's got wireless.

We will mock the virginal nimrods and post pics of Crichton in drag tomorrow. *brandishes digital camera*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

If only you had a penis, I'd marry you. Too bad.

Right.

*stands up, sways*

*collapses back on the couch*

Right.

Someone who knows where she's going, find a computer.

*is not drunk, but probably qualifies as toasty*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I got an offer from Kawalsky and his dress blues

He says he's not a virgin. I'm sure he'd let you check before you decided

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

And offer of what? Stripping? Subtext? Sexual badinage? Sexual bondage?

Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

He offered the stripping... but I'm sure if Janet or I smiled sweetly at him, we'd get the others too.

He agreed to let you check

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Liz can vouch for me, damn it. I was a fully-grown, experienced man before I died/was snaked/came back to life in a teenage body

But I'm still buff. *puffs out chest*

[janet_fraiser]

Well, damn, if you could just stand pinch-hitting for the other team, there'd be no problems, now, would there? Oh well.

Might want to either chill on the drinking or plan on hanging around longer, Parker.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Been there, broke that, decided it wans't worth the agita

*growling* I... think you might be right.

*glumly resigns herself to sobering up a little before she ditches the party*

[janet_fraiser]

Ah, well.

Shame. Being sober is so boring right now.