Room 211, Friday evening

Priestly had spent the afternoon handwavily getting the key ingredients to his and Edward's night of "new experiences".

He had beer and hard liquor, and a couple 2 liters of soda for mixing.

Now all he needed was a bizarrely naive prince from another dimension, and he'd be set. . . .

[ooc: mostly up for Edward, but hey, the door is totally knockable.]