She'd try anything once

[mightbeconcussed]

When; Dec 3
Rating; Probably R
Characters; Chekov, Lucy, Korra, Li
Summary; A friendly game of never have I never
Log;

It's just a small sort of party, but Lucy doesn't have people over that often so she's excited. She spent most of the day cooking food that's appropriate for drinking like hot wings, chex mix, chips and dip, celery and carrot sticks with ranch, pigs in blankets and red velvet cake for dessert.

She straightened the house in a whirlwind, put the rabbit in his cage and picked some good music. she cleaned the stripper pole too, because that was always a fun party activity. The bar was open and she'd set clean shot glasses out. By the time the first person arrived, Lucy was ready, dressed in a pair of snug jeans and a v-neck tee shirt. She's barefoot and she's left her hair down in loose, bouncy curls around her shoulders.

She throws the door open with a big smile, steps back and invites the first arrival in. Bryant, the Newfoundland is in his normal 'we have company' spot under the table (he'll come out later when he's comfortable with everyone) and Masha, the brainwashed-by-a-time-lord, ginger cat is watching everything from the back of the couch.

"Come on in!"

Comments

[mightbeconcussed]

[Flopping is encouraged. It's quite a lovely response even. She'll shift a bit to get comfortable with a now flopped Chekov on her.] You might even be a hustler 'cause that was awfully close.

[She's teasing Korra and then when Li misses Lucy can't help but laugh. She doesn't even bother to stifle it.] it's like a well scripted sitcom quarters throw.

[mortemscintilla]

[ Wincing, 'Li' rubs the faint red mark on his nose. Stop laughing, you guys :< ] Hustler? [ He offers Lucy a politely questioning look, as if to say, What is this strange word? He's not really expecting an answer. Between floppy Chekov and the drinks and nudges, he knows where that half of the party is headed. Instead he lifts his shot-glass to Korra in a mock toast. ] Well. You heard Pavel. [ Remember, kiddo. Open your throat and let it in. ]

[ .......It still sounds dirty. Dang. ]

[anatural]

[Don't you "kiddo" her, buster. She scowls and grabs her shotglass, throwing back the shot.

Coughs.

Makes a face.

Reaches for the juice. You people are crazy.]