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

[momslilassassin]

"Maybe we could just let them use the holonets instead. Gotta take less time than the commutes," Ben said, laughing.

[ultron_junior]

"And it's getting them used to tech, which -- hey, might help in the job market someday," Victor nodded. Because clearly the job prospects of an 11-month-old were a key concern. "I like this. Virtual playdates."

[momslilassassin]

"They'll love it!"

Or drool all over the monitors. One of those.

"Val's already tweaking tech, but she's seven. That's normal."

For a Wiggin-Skywalker, anyway.

[ultron_junior]

It was normal enough to pass without comment from Victor, anyhow.

"Nice," he said. "Did you have to get her her own tools so she doesn't ruin yours yet?"

He was looking forward to that part himself.

[momslilassassin]

"Christmas time a few years back," Ben said. "She's covered them in happy face stickers and can never seem to find her own multitool."