GP/EP: Check-In Day: Turning Tricks into Treats

[st_alksthroughwalls]

Instead of the remains of a raucous night of dedicated drinking, the chairs were up on the tables, the counter was cleaned, the floor had been vacuumed and mopped as appropriate. Kitty had had plenty of time to straighten up at close yesterday, since almost everyone seemed more interested in drinking in Bonesville. For her part, she'd had enough after her and Wyatt's little adventure in Funland. At least, she'd had enough for the few days it would take her to heal.

On the upside, that made opening up this morning easy and fast. On the downside, it meant she had an entire day with not much to distract her from wondering when Barrel of Fun would lock down access to the outside and why it couldn't open onto a world with higher tech. She had managed to scavenge some computer circuitry and cell phones, but she hadn't worked out how they'd solve her current tech problem yet.

If Dot were still here, she'd be baking for Halloween. Even if they'd had to explain Halloween to her, she'd be making cookies and candy and cakes, and probably sewing costumes, too. Those thoughts summoned a wistful sigh from Kitty while she took down the chairs. She was still sighing when she finished refreshing her stock of cut up fruit.

By mid-afternoon, she'd put away a pot and a half of coffee, she was practically vibrating, and a buzz-by from Caroline prompted an amazing idea. Why not spend the afternoon testing Halloween and Thanksgiving cocktails, to help turn the arrival trick of Check-In Day on the 1st into, well, a little bit of a treat? So it was that the new arrivals, two days earlier than expected, found the bar counter covered with spooky and kooky and dry-ice steamy drinks and Kitty literally spinning between her coffee cup and the next bright green, weirdly black, or pumpkin orange drink.

[ooc: find Kitty making any of these or drinking yet another cup of coffee, she's OTA]

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Re: Bo - OTA

[st_andingtall]

A small smile, not surprised but not cocky either, settled on his mouth, and looked as though it hadn't spent much time there lately. He snagged the bottle, skipped the glasses, and cocked his head away from the bar toward the lobby.

His room was out of the question, since River could show up at any time. No one was in Rebekah's old room, but that felt wrong. "On a scale between polite and major redecorating, how much privacy do we need?"

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

There were so many thoughts about possibilities at such a question Bo actually had to concentrate to focus for a moment - like a starving child put in front of a buffet of food.

"I can try my best to behave." She walked a little in front of him, her hips swaying sensually, and then turned to face him with a wry smile. "I also have a key somewhere on my body if you'd like to find them."

Bo's clothes were, by nature, tight, so finding the keys which were in her front left pocket, would be an intimate affair.

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_andingtall]

Since she was inviting it, Sam gave her a long, appreciative look up and down, and stepped close enough that he could easily have snaked an arm around her and hauled her up against him, but he only held her gaze until he felt the unmistakable heat between them.

Because Sam was, by nature and by pick-pocket training, observant, he'd noted the only place her clothes didn't fit perfectly flush--left front pocket. He slid his free hand up the curve of her hip and let his thumb linger over the key.

"Unless you're in building 1, there are empty rooms closer."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_unaligned]

Bo could feel the heat inside her rising. Had she reached out to touch his skin, she'd have been unable to stop the arousal from transferring over to Sam and they for sure would have made a big disturbance right there in the hallway. Bo managed to keep her hands to herself - as hard as it was - and licked her lips as she held his gaze.

"Guess we need an empty room then."

Re: Bo - OTA

[st_andingtall]

It should bother him, this sudden, out of nowhere need to throw her against a wall or a bed. It should, but it didn't. Rebekah had been gone long enough that his body was noticing her absence and Caroline biting him without sex involved wasn't helping anything.

"C'mon, then."