Seahorse common room, Monday night

[fates_jaye]

Jaye is back from town, and she comes bearing supplies. Supplies meaning booze. Because if there's going to be girlkissy without a bottle involved (not dirty), there has to be booze.

But, it's all for a good cause. Yay boykissy.

Maybe she should have told the boys about this. Alas. She might at least give them warning about the cameras.


[The girls, they be shy. Open to Seahorses and those they may have invited.]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean blinked. He couldn't be drunk yet -- he hadn't even had a sip. "Excuse me?"

[fates_jaye]

"Girlkissy in exchange for boykissy," she clarifies. Not that it's really a clarification.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

He blinked again. "And the boys in question would be...?"

[fates_jaye]

"Alec, definitely, though the other is up for debate at the moment. Interested?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was doing a lot of blinking tonight. "How much do I get to drink first?"

[fates_jaye]

"It flows freely. As much as you need," she says, patting him on the shoulder, kinda randomly.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"And there's going to be girls making out," he clarified."

[fates_jaye]

"Me and Rory, definitely. Anyone else who's up for it, too." Not that she knows who that'll be.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I suppose if I can get drunk enough..."

[fates_jaye]

Jaye points at the alcohol. "Happy drinking!"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Guess I better get started," he muttered, chugging his beer.

[fates_jaye]

"Good start," she says, watching the chugging appreciatively.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"If you're going to drink, might as well do it well," Dean said with a grin, reachign for another one.

[fates_jaye]

"You know nothing of pacing," she says. "Not that I'm complaining."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'll pace once I reach a nice stage of buzzed where this actually starts sounding like a good idea," he advised. Yep, another drink.

[fates_jaye]

"You don-" She starts to say You don't have to do anything, then says, "You know what's best for you."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean nodded, still draining his beer.