The Astronomy Suite In The Arms Hotel | Saturday Evening

[dollpocalypse]

It had officially been forever since the guys' last drinking night, so with the six of them all on the island for a weekend, there was really no excuse not to have some kind of gathering. And since Topher's hotel room had space on the ceiling and awesome futuristic-looking furniture, there was pretty much exactly no question about where this gathering would be.

And with an alcohol tolerance that had been drastically reduced by going almost fourteen years without drinking at all, Topher stood a very high chance of getting stupidly drunk tonight. It was probably going to be hilarious.

The bar was stocked to capacity with, among other things, every necessary ingredient for every girly cocktail ever invented, and Topher had hauled the entire contents of his office's Drawer of Inappropriate Starches onto the table for the occasion. (Ivy would get more for him before he got back to LA, he was sure. ...He was mostly sure.)

"B-t-dubs, there's astronaut ice cream in the bathtub," Topher announced loudly to everyone. "...No idea why it's there. But Ben gets last dibs."

Cruel, Topher. Cruel.

[[for the 20-years-older nerds! let's see if two decades made them more responsible.]]

Comments

[dollpocalypse]

"Uh, maybe mixed in with the alcohol?" Real responsible. "Those were not the first thing I looked for when I got here. Or the second." Really not on the list at all, to be honest. "Take a look around."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"It'll help you hydrate," Tony added. "Less of a hangover."

[dollpocalypse]

"I like your thinking, but I'm looking at a hangover regardless," Topher admitted loftily. "Last time I drank was the last time I showed up at one of these things. 2015 or so. It'll probably be a pretty serious headache."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Any reason for abstaining so long?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Because," Topher said, "I am that dedicated to doing my work responsibly. And since I sleep like three hours a night..." He made a big show of holding his thumb and index finger a few inches apart, then closing the gap. "No time. Tragic."

Also, he had zero adult friends.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Well. That sounded like Tony's life for the sleep and dedication part.

"...what kind of work are you doing?"

[dollpocalypse]

Topher paused. "...So, why don't we find you those bottles of water, huh?"

So subtle.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Sure." He'd get to the bottom of this, Topher. Don't think he wouldn't.