Gwen Stacy (chocolate_house) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-02-23 19:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, amy pond, billy horrible, gwen stacy (ghost spider), john watson, tardis, tenth doctor, tinkerbell |
Who: Gwen Stacy, Tenth Doctor, TARDIS, Tinkerbell, Amy Pond, Billy horrible, John Watson
When: Feb 16
Where: Gwen and 10’s place
What: LUAU
Rating: H for Hilarious! No really, pretty low.
Status: Complete, with other threads tagging onto this.
Gwen had been working. She hadn’t done a whole pig, but she’d barbequed. And the place was looking really nice, with paper decorations up on the walls, and the banana lights strung all over. She hadn’t quite finished the new curtains for the kitchen, but the place looked good. And there was pineapple, and mango, and bananas...
Gwen pulled her apron off and glanced around. It was almost time for the luau! John and Tara should be coming out of the woodwork, soon, and Gwen still had to put on her grass skirt and coconuts!
Tara had stomped across town in her grass skirt and coconuts picking up supplies for the luau party. Though she knew that Gwen had everything under control, she always wanted to help out. Completely oblivious to the weird looks she’d been getting (hey -- she was wearing a hoodie over the coconuts! And shorts under the skirt!) all day, she headed over to John and Gwen’s apartment. And she was definitely at least an hour later than she’d said she would be. It was expected.
Gathering up all of the things in her trunk, Tara was up and knocking on the door within minutes. Clad in the aforementioned grass skirt and hoodie, arms full of bags.
Gwen was the first one to the door, even though she had to change. She called out “I’ve got it!” over her shoulder, and bounced across the kitchen to the front door to pull it open. A laugh escaped her when she saw Tara--well, she saw a grass skirt, the top of a head, and armfuls of bags. “You didn’t need to go shopping!” Gwen said, reaching forward to help take the bags from her friend.
“I just got some alcohol and food!” she told her, because those two things are never something you should go without for a party. Laughing, she handed some of the bags to Gwen, thanking her as she did. “Happy first week of work luau party!” she said as she walked into their apartment, straight into the kitchen to start putting things in the fridge.
Well, alcohol and food were good in almost any situation, even more so in a party-type one! Gwen gave a laugh, and ushered Tara and her bags into the kitchen. She helped to start unpacking. “Happy... well, just happy everything Luau party! I’ve got the barbeque in the oven keeping warm, and some salads in the fridge on the counter, oh, and I got pineapple-rum-stuff...” There was a bottle of it on the counter. “It looked both delicious and disgusting at the same time.”
“It does look delicious and disgusting!” Tara commented once everything was put away and she could turn and look at the bottle. “Should we have some?” Waggling her eyebrows a bit, the girl was definitely looking to start the main event. “John’s offered me a spot on the couch tonight. Hope you don’t mind, I’m not going anywhere.”
Stepping over to the bottle, she picked it up and located some of the little plastic shot glasses she’d picked up earlier. Tara drunk would be an interesting sight.
“Sounds like a plan! Not sure where John is, but I know he’ll pop up sooner or later.” Gwen said. She came over to help Tara with the bottle, but it was just a screw-top. No biggie. “Do you want to just... drink it?” Shots shots shots shots.... Gwen broke into a mischievous grin.
Tara nodded enthusiastically. She hadn’t really had too many parties in the last while, and was looking forward to spending the night with her two best friends. And all of the people they’d collectively invited. “John can catch up!” she assured the blonde, setting out two shot glasses and pouring the Malibu out. She handed one to Gwen, held her own and motioned for a cheers. “To adventure!” Smile.
“To adventure!” Gwen wasn’t sure how she’d found such amazing people so randomly, but John and Tara had become as much family as anyone else on this side of the country. More than most. She downed the shot in one go, then held the tiny glass out for one more. Gwen wasn’t a very big girl, and her tolerance wasn’t that high. So a couple would make her pretty loopy.
Bottoms up went the shot glass, and Tara made that ‘oh my god that was a really bad but good choice’ face as she tried to shake the alcohol taste out of her. Once she’d opened her eyes again, Tara saw that Gwen was reaching for more. She poured the girl another shot, laughing just a bit, and then poured her own and set the bottle back down onto the counter.
“To sisters!” she said, reaching for another cheers.
“To sisters!” Gwen repeated, then knocked that shot back, too. It was just as disgusting and delicious as the first, but burned slightly less going down. A little laugh escaped her. “Wow. This feels like college.” She said. She hadn’t done shots since. Because Gwen was a studying girl, and rarely ever got out.
“We should put on some music!” She cried out suddenly, giving Tara a huge grin.
“It is a bit like college, yeah,” she agreed, though college hadn’t been all that long ago for either. Tara was making that face of disgust again once she’d downed the shot, shaking her head and drawing in a sharp breath. If she wasn’t one to hide her emotions, she certainly wasn’t going to hide her reaction to the taste of alcohol.
Setting her shot glass down, Tara was grinning widely at Gwen’s cry. She pulled her phone from her pocket and ran into the living room. “I made a playlist!” she called back. “And brought my speakers!” which she was now hooking up, putting her phone into, and pressing play.
“Yay! You must have known that’s what I was going to ask for!” Gwen said, then laughed as she helped Tara get the speakers set up. “What kind of music did you put on there? I hope it’s something we can dance to!” She paused.
“Wait, let me go get my skirt on.” She said, holding up a finger. “Hold that thought, I’ll just be a minute!” She turned and trotted off toward her bedroom. It would only take a couple of minutes for her to put on the grass skirt and coconuts, then come back out into the kitchen.
“Okay!” Tara called to Gwen as she ran out, unzipping and pulling off her sweater. She hung it up in the closet, then wondered what she’d do while she waited for John and Gwen to join her. Now dressed in the traditional coconut bra and grass skirt, she stood for a moment before hurrying to the kitchen and grabbing three lei’s. One went around her neck, the others she draped on her arm.
Still nobody. Now quite bored, she bounced down the hallway toward John and Gwen’s shared office. Poking her head in, she called out a “Helloooo!” and beamed at her best friend. Stop working and come plaaayyy.
John jumped, as if shocked by the sound of Tara’s voice -- despite the fact that the two girls had been pretty loud in just the other room. “What? Oh! Hello!” He looked down at his computer, and the last line written there, and then gave a nod. Okay. Yes. All work and no play makes John a dull boy, after all.
Removing his glasses (he’d just been to the optometrist the other day!), he pushed himself away from the computer. LO AND BEHOLD, he was ready for the party. He’d found an awfully tacky hawaiian t-shirt and some bermuda shorts at a thrift store just the day before. Because, come on, if the girls were wearing grass and coconuts, he had to try a bit too.
“Ready!”
Tara laughed at John’s jump, and also his outfit. Always one to get into themes, it seemed. She stepped fully into the doorway, lifting one of the lei’s that was on her arm and placing it around his neck. She was grinning widely, quite excited for this luau. It helped the excitement that she’d already started on drinking, but that’s beside the point.
“Now you’re ready,” she told him with a sage nod. Then, because she never wanted to go without, she bent and wrapped her arms round the still-seated John, giving him a squeeze. “Did you get all of your work done?”
He squeezed her back, because John loved hugs from people who obviously loved hugs. And okay, yeah, she was wearing a coconut bra and it should have been awkward and maybe it was a little but he got over it pretty quickly.
Finally he stood, and gave a little stretch before settling his hands on his waist and giving a lofty sort of expression. “A mans’ work, Tara, is never done.”
Tara mimicked his pose, hands on hips, lifting her eyebrows dramatically. She made her party pooper face and harumphed. “Well then, back to work. Get that done, and read ten pages of the dictionary while you’re at it. The last ten.” She pointed a finger at him then, making a ‘I am totes serious right now’ face.
Oh yeah, totes serious. So serious a face, in fact, that John felt the only proper response he could make to it would be to... well. Stick his tongue out at her. Smoothing his hands down the front of his shirt, he noted that silk had the propensity to wrinkle without him having done bloody anything to prompt it. “Where’s Gwen?” She’d been working hard at the party all day, and he did feel a little bad for slacking off about it -- even though he had been shooed out of the room once or twice. Yes. That was his defense on the matter.
“Putting on her skirt!” she told him, smiling the moment he’d stuck his tongue out at her. She wasn’t one to act unhappy for long. Grabbing John’s hand, she pulled him from the office toward the kitchen and living room. The Beach Boys gradually got louder as they walked, just one part of the rather large playlist that Tara had prepared for the night. It would be terribly ridiculous, she was sure.
Dropping his hand, Tara went into the kitchen and prepared another three shots of the yummy-gross Malibu. Their guests would begin arriving soon enough. Might as well get everything started before they arrived!
Gwen cane out of the bedroom, hearing voices near the office. She was in her grass skirt, her coconut bra, and a pair of warm socks. The shots coursing through her system were making her a little warmer, but not a whole lot.
"More shots?" She asked, excitedly, as she came into the kitchen.
Oh dear, two girls dressed up in cheesy Hawaiian outfits -- it was definitely going to be a weird sort of night, John reflected.
Well, as weird as the alcohol dictated, he supposed.
“More?” he asked, picking up the bottle to give it an appraising look once Tara finished pouring. It looked completely awful and really good at the same time. Was that a thing? He supposed it was. “How far behind am I?”
“Just two!” she told him, handing over a shot, then one to Gwen. Tara lifted hers for a cheers with them, still smiling widely. “To the Hawaiian adventure,” she said, watching John for a moment before tossing hers back. And making that same scrunchy-nose-of-disgust face as she shook her head clear of it. Ugh, alcohol sucked.
Gwen knocked the shot back after a bright grin at the toast, and then gave a little “blech” noise and shook her head a little, sticking her tongue out. Disgusting and delicious. She was beaming, though, as she set the glass down.
“I love this song!~” Gwen said, then sprung into the living room to dance. She lifted her arms, wiggling them out in front of her, and then pinched her nose and wiggled some more. (Yeah, okay, so the alcohol may have been affecting her now.)
John followed suit in that whole shot department, and actually resisted the urge to make a face at it as well. It wasn’t so bad. Mostly flavors. Flavors and alcohol. He poured himself another because when you drink obviously you’re supposed to drink the exact same amount as everyone else.
After throwing back the second shot, he nearly choked to death on it when he heard a knocking at the door. Thumping his chest with a fist, he gave a cough. “Company!” He sounded happy about it -- even though he honestly hadn’t invited anyone else over himself -- his two BFFs were totally here already, yo.
Tara bounced after John because honestly, that was just entirely too cute. She was laughing at the fist-to-chest bump as they came up to the door, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. Because that’s what Tara’s do, really.
Taking hold of the door, Tara pulled it open and grinned at their company. “Welcome!” she called, because it was totally kind of her apartment too. Sort of. Not really. But she probably spent enough time there to be called a roommate.
John shook his head, amused as ever at her antics -- because why wouldn’t he be? -- even as he opened up the door. “Amy!” he greeted, pleased to see the red-headed woman, even though he was sure he hadn’t thought to invite her. “And--uhm--person!”
Person, in question, was one John Watson, who had been dragged along by Amy. He was holding a pineapple in some form of gift and greeting. “John,” he introduced himself. “Hello.”
Tara beamed at Amy and pulled the redhead into a hug, giving her a squeeze. “Hello Amy!” and when John had introduced himself, she thought why the hell not and pulled him in for a hug. It wasn’t everyday that people were hugged by girls in coconut bras and grass skirts. It was just Tara’s way. “Welcome, John! Come in, come in. Isn’t that funny, you’re both named John? I’m Tara, welcome to ou--er, John and Gwen’s home!” Because she totally didn’t live there, nope.
Amy, on the other hand, was wearing a grass skirt over her jeans (because, uh, cold?) and a plastic lei around her neck. She gave a gentle ‘squee’ of delight and reached forward to wrap both arms around John first, and then returned Tara’s hug. “Hi, guys!” She said, grinning.
Tara as good as lived there. Gwen was still dancing in the living room, but paused to call out “You can call it ‘our home,’ Tara!” She came jogging over (something she probably wouldn’t have done sober in a coconut bra, but...) and grinned at the newcomers. “You must be Amy and JohnNumberTwo.”
“John number two? Really?” But Watson did not seem all that bothered by this -- then again, he rarely seemed bothered by much of anything. He received a hug from Tara, who he felt he had not been warned enough about from Amy, thanks very much, and then moved in to shake the other John’s hand. Despite the fact that Amy was wearing a grass skirt, he’d completely forgotten to dress up for the theme and so would probably be the only asshole in the room in a jumper and slacks.
“Come in, come in,” said JohnNumberOne. “Gwen made all of the things, you know. Also there’s some drink poison et al.”
Amy gave JohnNumberTwo an apologetic glance as JohnNumberOne ushered them into the party. She maybe should have given him better warning about her friends, but then again, what was he to expect from friends of Amy Pond? Did he think they’d be Normal? Please.
Nobody had really been warned about Tara. Adding alcohol into the mix made her eccentric personality (and hugging) even more to be wary of. Turning to Gwen, she just grinned at her before moving back into the main room. Her home -- a very nice thing to hear. She didn’t know what to say to that. She’d always wanted a family and friends that were permanent, and she was so thankful to have John and Gwen around. To deal with her crazy.
Over the next little bit, Tara’s colleagues filtered into the party as well. They were still expecting Billy and Tink, though it was still early enough. Chatting with some of her coworkers, she sipped on a pina colada that Gwen had prepared for some of the guests, grinning and laughing as she usually did. They had all discussed the time that John had come for lunch and ended up carrying her out of the office -- a story that had circulated quickly in their little office.
Tink had been running a little late. She’d forgotten something at the Garage that she needed at home to complete the present that she was bringing to the party, then she had to actually complete it. It was an automatic pineapple corer, using a screw to pull out the fruit’s flesh, and a weight on a chain to have gravity do the hard work. It was actually quite brilliant, if she did say so herself. She bought a handful of pineapples at the store, and brought them and her contraption to the party, then knocked on the door.
Even as Tink was knocking on the door, Billy was making his way up the steps. His eyebrows rose high upon seeing her. “Tink?” He asked, trotting up the steps to stand next to her -- eyeing her contraption even as he did so. “Going to the luau?” Who did she know that he knew? How awkward could it possibly be to go to a party that both Tink and Tara was at?
It didn’t even occur to him to be worried about the fact that Gwen was there, too. Because he didn’t know yet.
Tara excused herself from her conversation and hurried to the door at Tink’s knock, swinging it open just as Billy entered the scene. She grinned widely at them both, giving each a squeezing hug. “Hi Tink! Hi Billy! Come on in!” stepping back to give them room to enter, her eyes went wide at the contraption and the armful of stuff she held. She offered an arm, saying “Can I take something? Is that the corererer? I want to see it!” Hella excited, this one.
Tink turned at the sound of the voice, and lit up when she saw Billy. She was about to greet him, nodding in the affirmative when the door opened and Tara was standing there. She held up the bag of pineapples to Tara. "I can't wait to show you!" Then turned to Billy, "You're gonna wanna see this, too!"
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John Number One had been getting John Number Two and Amy drinks while Tara answered the door. There were a lot of people here now, he reflected, and it made him smile. Happy as a loon, really. He was as much of a people person as anyone could be, really, and it was kind of heartwarming to know there were so many friends so close.
“Cheers,” he said, to no one and everyone in particular, as he lifted a drink in the air. “I mean -- aloha!”
(( skipped ahead a tad so that we all didnt get lost. feel free to add things back in there though. ))
Tara had been bouncing about socializing since everyone had arrived. While she would probably not be called a social butterfly, she was always excited about people. It was fun to meet new ones, and get to know friends better. The luau was a great way to do that.
Now dancing in the living room with Gwen (many more drinks later), Tara was grinning at her newfound sister. At some point in the night, a dance floor had been started in their living room. Probably thanks to Gwen pulling everyone up to dancing. Tara wrapped the blonde in a big hug, because she really just wanted to tell her how great she was. “This party’s so great!” she told her, sounding a bit, well, inebriated. Scratch that: shitfaced. “You’re so great!” Drunk talking: it doesn’t really make sense. Throw Tara into the mix and it’s even worse.
Gwen probably shouldn’t have been as drunk as she was. It was a party at her place, after all. But Tara kept drinking, and she couldn’t not drink with Tara. It was too much fun! They’d plowed through almost that whole bottle of the delicious and disgusting rum stuff, and with Tink’s amazing pineapple corererer they made some fruity drinks in the blender and drank them out of pineapple husks for cups! So far the party had been amazing.
Gwen kept migrating to the dance floor. Apparently, she danced like crazy when she was tipsy. Okay, sloppy. Okay, drunk. Okay, shitfaced. She laughed as she returned Tara’s hug. “No, you’re so great!” She said, lifting a hand to run over Tara’s hair.
The entire bottle later, yes. With just about half a bottle in either of their systems, neither were making much sense it seemed. Letting her arms sink down, one on Gwen’s lower back and the other resting on the girl’s waist, Tara just grinned at her. This was her new best friend, and she really loved her. The drunk was making that love just skyrocket. “Thaaanks,” she said, moving her head about while Gwen smoothed her hair. It resulted in messy hair, but Tara got a head scratch out of it. Always nice. “I’m so glad we’re friends,” she told her, still grinning drunkenly.
“You have no idea,” Gwen said, shaking her head. She felt exactly the same way. Tara was her new sister! She loved her. She loved John, too. It was nice to be so close, to feel Tara’s warm body against her own as they danced. Though, the dancing had slowed down with the music. Gwen leaned forward to rest her head against Tara’s shoulder. “I’m so glad we’re friends, too. I love you, man.”
“I love you too!” Tara exclaimed, putting her hand on the back of Gwen’s head as she cuddled her shoulder. She wasn’t thinking at all about all the people around them, just about how happy she was that Gwen was in her life. And John too, but he wasn’t cuddling with her in that moment. So Gwen it was. “Can we always be friends?”
Gwen loved the love. She beamed wrapping her arms a little more tightly around the other girl. “Absolutely. Always and forever.” She went up on her toes and tapped a kiss against Tara’s cheek. Then teetered slightly, lips lingering for a moment near the other girl’s skin so that she could catch her balance.
Tara put her hands on Gwen’s hips to steady her, noticing she was a bit wobbly. Giggling at the kiss on the cheek, the brunette returned the kiss with a loud, smacking (and probably wet) kiss on Gwen’s cheek. “Alwayyyys and foreeever,” she repeated, giving the blonde’s hips a squeeze.
Gwen laughed as Tara helped her get her balance. Her arms tightened a little as she put her weight back onto her own two feet. “Always and forever! Each moment with yewwwww...” She sang, drunkenly, then laughed softly, cuddling still against her bff.
Tara pulled her head back and began singing along with Gwen, “Is just like a dream to meeee, that somehow came truuuue, yeah!” And she was giggling uncontrollably now. Because that’s what Tara’s do.
“We should karaoke you and me.” Gwen said, giving Tara a mischievous grin. She jumped straight into the chorus--maybe that’s the only next part she could remember in her drunken state. “Everyday, love me your own special way... melt all my heart away... with a smile!” She lost her balance again, and tumbled down onto the sofa, dragging Tara along with her. She was laughing hard, and clinging to her friend.
Tara landed with an ‘oomph!” on top of Gwen. Well, this was interesting. Rearranging their limbs so she wasn’t crushing the poor blonde girl, Tara’s face hovered a few inches above hers as she just giggled. Because there was nothing else she really could do in a situation like this one.
Gwen was having an amazing time. She loved Tara, she loved being drunk, she loved dancing. And now the other girl was only an inch away from her (her gauge of distance was off in her drunkenness) and they were cuddled so close. It was warm and soft, and tempting. So Gwen leaned forward and kissed the other girl’s lips, gently.
Tara’s eyebrows shot up and her eyes went wide when Gwen’s lips connected with hers. This was new. Well, she had definitely kissed girls before. So that wasn’t exactly new, but the whole Gwen kissing her certainly was.
It was kind of nice.
Deciding just to go with it (screw any onlookers), Tara repositioned herself to put a hand in Gwen’s hair, then let her lower her head back onto the couch. Comfort is always key in makeouts, right?
Always key. While Tara was rearranging, Gwen’s hands moved to wrap around the other girl. One rested on her shoulder, the other on her hip, pulling her in as they kissed. Gwen, under normal circumstances, was a fairly good kisser. She was thoughtful and creative, just the right amount of tongue. In her drunken state she might have been a little more enthusiastic than at other times. Normal times. Her not-drunk times.
---
“BA-NA-NA,” John was saying to everyone he walked past. He had a bunch with him, literally, and was offering them to everyone he came across. A lot of people were looking at him strangely. So far, only JohnNumberTwo (who was his new best friend, obviously) and Tink had taken one. But he knew who would. He knew who wanted bananas.
“Tara! Gwen! I have come to offer the bananas of friendsh--oh.” He had not expected the two of them to be kissing on the couch. And …. uhm. He didn’t expect it, that was all.
At the sound of John calling for both of them, Tara popped up from what she was doing (sorry Gwen) and twisted to look at him. “Bananas of what?” she asked, because he hadn’t quite finished his thought there.
Gwen blinked as Tara popped up off of the sofa. She still had one arm up and in the air, wrapped around where Tara had been only a moment ago. “Bananas?” She asked, turning to look up and over at John and Tara. She was far, far too drunk to be doing any popping of her own.
“Of friendship,” John completed his prior thought. He held some out to the girls, because that was what he had come in here to do, he was sure. He looked around, as if trying to find some new answers in the walls. The walls had nothing to say.
“You were kissing.” he sounded... a little pouty about it.
“We were kissing,” Tara agreed, putting her hands on her hips as she smiled at John. He looked and sounded, well... A bit sad about it. “Is that a bad thing?” She hadn’t thought it was a bad thing. Tara loved kissing, no matter boy or girl. And Gwen was one of her best friends, anyway. “Can I still have a banana of friendship?”
Gwen was climbing up off of the sofa onto her feet when Tara agreed with John. “Mmm. Banana.” She said, oblivious to the whole thing, really, in her drunken state. Had she been a little less drunk she might have apologized for kissing Tara in front of John--since she totally saw things between them that she didn’t want to stick her nose in. But had she been a little less drunk, she probably wouldn’t have kissed Tara in the first place.
Gwen couldn’t get the banana open to eat it, but grinned up at John, anyway. “I love bananas of friendship.” Was she supposed to kiss him, too, now?
At this point, John wasn’t sure if he was a little sad because Gwen had been kissing Tara (who he obviously wanted to kiss, and totally had the other day, except Tara didn’t remember it), or if he just felt left out. He probably wouldn’t have objected.
“Fine,” he said, handing Tara her friendship banana. “But only because we can’t be friends if you don’t like bananas.” A pause. No. Not a pause. He supposed he was done.
John was mauled by a Tara hug right in that moment, because bananas of friendship mean a lot to her, man. And because drinking brings out the truth in people, Tara whispered in his ear: “We can kiss later, if you like,” because she would like that. Or biting. Biting is nice. “Because I love you, and you’re my best friend.” She was all about the love today.
Gwen still couldn’t get her Friendship Banana open. But she saw a hug, and decided to come over and wrap her arms around John and Tara both, giving a big, group hug for a moment. She was drunk, she hadn’t heard any of the talk about kissing later, or the love word. She let go after a moment, though. “I have to go pee.” She said, then turned and headed off toward her bedroom and bathroom.
John snorted in laughter at that, pleased as anything for all the hugs and everything else. Okay, maybe not the Tara Gwen kissing, exactly, but he’d nearly forgotten about it already. He watched Gwen trot off, before turning back to Tara. “You guys are the best,” he said, and meant it.
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Meanwhile, JohnNumberTwo and Amy were in the other room, discussing the pros and cons of music that came after the mid-nineties and Watson was pretty sure he’d stopped making any sense a good half hour ago. But really, there was no way of knowing.
Amy was pretty giggly. She and John weren’t really talking sense anymore. It’d evolved from an earnest discussion of the best bands of all time to some babbling about how good music used to be, and how Amy really shouldn’t know as much about music as she did--she was far too young to be so educated on such matters.
Well, she was! The 80s and 90s were supposed to be for his generation, but Amy was nearly schooling him -- and it wasn’t right, but okay, sometimes people confused Tears for Fears and New Order.
Wait. What had he been on about? Had he even voiced his thoughts aloud? “Oh, shit,” he said instead. “I think I’m actually properly drunk.” So British.
Amy laughed. Her accent was coming through a bit more strongly the more alcohol she had in her system. They were both foreign. “You are. And it’s hilarious. Just so you know.” She said, leaning back in her spot against the wall. She’d long ago misplaced her pineapple drink of rum and goodness. “I think I am, too. Lost my drink. Does that mean I’m supposed to stop?”
Raising his eyebrows in that classically blank expression of his, John gave a shrug. “Didn’t know there were rules, or what.”
"Oh, you're no help," Amy said, giving him a grin. "I'll probably have one more. Escort me to the kitchen, would you?" She pulled herself up off the wall and steadied herself on her feet. "Unless I'm keeping you from some pretty, young thing you've got your eye on at the party."
John gave a snort about that one -- wobbling even as he helped her up and toward the kitchen. “Hardly likely,” he pointed out with a shake of his head. He didn’t just met ‘pretty young things’ at parties and hit on them. That would be weird.
He helped her pour another drink, and was pleased enough that they hadn’t driven to this particular party-- because a drive home would be impossible.
“Hardly?” Amy asked. “We need to find you a pretty, young thing.” She decided, giving a nod when the glass was as full as she wanted. She was already tipsy, working on drunk. Worst case they could make Rory drive them home. He was coming later to meet up with them, so Amy thought.
“I doubt any of them are available,” said John, trying to dismiss the idea from Amy’s head. Because the only one he’d be interested in at this party definitely wasn’t available. “And anyway, I’ve been talking to a nice woman at a cafe lately, so.”
It appeared that most of the pretty, young things at this party weren’t available. Actually, a couple of them were kissing each other, so... Amy’s expression brightened at those words. She was mid-sip of her new drink, but swallowed it quickly. “Oh? A nice woman at a cafe?”
Yeah, he’d seen that. A blonde and a brunette, just having at. It was … special.
“Yeah,” he said, waving it away. “It’s nothing serious. Anyway. I’m just saying I’m not looking for a date. That’s all.” a pause. “Finish your drink, I need to pass out soon.” He was too old for this shit, man.
And Amy did.