Party at the Echolls house (After dark)

[fh_jackass]

Logan's house hasn't managed to aquire much clutter in the few days he's been living there, but there is half of a surfboard on the back deck. (It looks as though something bit it in half, and Logan himself has a bit of a limp, but he's not volunteering any explanations.)

The house is stocked and ready to go. The tiki torches have all been lit. Condoms are discreetly stashed in drawers all over the house, the liquor cabinet has been unlocked (though the really good stuff is hidden in Logan's room), and the kitchen has been filled with food and drink mixables.

The only room locked up is the utility room - one of the roommates has an important project stashed in there.

Logan's heated up the grill, taste-tested some of the alcohol, and now he's in the living room playing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.

Comments

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

I prefer beer myself.

You drink too much, you'll get drunk and that's never pretty.

[can_be_more]

You look familiar!

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Do I?

*looks self over*

Not sure why, darlin. Just arrived here a little late is all. Always makin an entrance, that's me.

Get you a drink?

[can_be_more]

Yes, because I need another.

If you wouldn't mind. *smiles*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

You been in the pool, babe?

*retrieves drink, plunks it in front of Aeryn*

Those leathers are gonna feel mighty awful when you try to take them off. You might need some help...

*leers suggestively*

*looks at the other woman talking to Aeryn*

She ain't gonna shoot me, is she?

[can_be_more]

No, no, no. There will be no shooting of John. Unless I do it.

You might be right about needing help.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Good, because I've been shot enough. And don't even mention the voices.

You might be right about needing help.

Cool. I'll go see if Logan has some crowbars.

*disappears into the crowd*

[can_be_more]

*looks around, suddenly a little more sober*

Did I just hear "crowbars"?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*reappears with another drink*

Gotcha. Ha, you should've seen your eyes!

I am the king, baby!

*dances*

[can_be_more]

*glares*

Do you still want to get me out of these leather pants?