25 Unicorn Street, Friday Evening

[on_her_korhal]

So.

She had some food in the fridge. And drinks. Non-alcoholic drinks.

So.

She had a couch. And a record player. And--

A birthday party, apparently. Maybe. She wasn't sure.

[ open for some particular people, but hell, anyone who has any reason to be there ]

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[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

"I might end up never wanting to drink anything else," he smirked as he put his glass down and accepted the two bottles, starting to mix them up.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah." She pressed a hand onto her hip, and leaned back. "I'll take the risk."

[light-a-spark.livejournal.com]

She was probably right, because no sooner has he sipped from his new sorta darkish blue drink or he made a face. "Wow, disgusting."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Coulda told you that..." she grinned, "Did tell you that."