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

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

I'm *sure* you're drunk.

And I'm also sure that wading in leather pants is a good way to ruin them.

*shakes her head*

[can_be_more]

If John were here, I'm sure there'd be a comment about taking them off first. Where did he go, anyway? *looks around* *nearly falls off chair, but doesn't! doesn't!*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Not sure I know who that is. There's a lot of Jacks here, but I've yet to meet anyone who answers to John.

*tilts Aeryn back onto her chair with one finger*

[can_be_more]

Thank you.

Cute boy. Pretty blue eyes. Looks good shirtless. He likes me.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Not sure if I've ever been referred to as blue eyes before. Ain't that Sinatra's moniker?

You're drunk? Want me to carry you home?

*tries to look chivalrous*

[can_be_more]

In a little while. I'm still drunk enough to be fun for a while.

[swerval_zero]

*glances over* Oi, Aeryn, I think you might wanna slow down for a bit.

[can_be_more]

Not a problem. Unless John's still trying to get me drunk(er).

[swerval_zero]

*looks John over, grins* Gotcha.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Always a good starting point.

*blink* Wait. How'd you get to see him shirtless already?

[can_be_more]

X-ray vision?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

And I didn't even shave.

Honestly ladies, I feel like such man meat.

[can_be_more]

That's okay. You are.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*slow once-over*

If the wet T-shirt fits....

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

You know... there's a pool right *there*, and he was talking about wet T-shirt contests, and...

doesn't it seem like a waste that he's not already wet?

*goes off to get Kara drinks, having made her evil suggestion for the day*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Don't think I'm not up for taking the first step.

You get that hair professionally done, Princess? Pool water wouldn't be much help would it.

*John smiles deviously*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*eyes widen*

Don't. You. Dare.

[can_be_more]

*considers*

Hey, John? C'mere for a microt.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*is a slave to anything Aeryn says*

Yes, honey?

[can_be_more]

*pushes into pool*

How're those leather pants doing?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*chortles evilly*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*splashes shoes*

Oops. I'm really sorry, Princess.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

This boy answers to John. Who're you?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*looks him up and down coolly*

Parker.

*to Sun* Well. You're right. The blue eyes are pretty.

If he takes off his shirt, I'll evaluate the rest of it.

*wicked grin*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Well, I haven't even unpacked and already a request for skin.

If I ever enter a wet t-shirt contest, I'll be sure to let you know.

*winks*