Priestly's apartment in New Gotham, Sunday night

[lovemykilt]

Momo's Valentine's Day flowers had been received and enjoyed. Mostly by the excitable red panda who stuck his snout into the blooms and then proceeded to spread their pollen all over the apartment.

Which would explain -- eventually -- how Priestly and his pansexual, polyromantic roommate Tia ended up on the couch, splitting a bottle of rum and a fair amount of spit while they waited for Dinah and her drunk friends to arrive.

Also, that pillow Stevesie had claimed was never going to be the same again.

[ooc: for the ones invited, or phone calls, etc.]

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[lovemykilt]

"Looking's not really my thing," Tia said, grinning. "I'm more of a tactile learner."

"You got to tactile my lips already tonight," Priestly said, and puckered up obediently.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Priestly's a really good kisser though," Dinah said, smearing sparkly chocolate-mint gloss on his mouth. "But you know that, 'cause you put Venom on him." She kissed his cheek, leaving a sloppy imprint of Crimson Glory. "Now kiss!" She gestured at Tia to come closer.

[lovemykilt]

"Dinah," Priestly said again, full of regret. "You're drunk, honey."

"So no going past first base," Tia said. "That's the drunk rule. Make outs but nothing under the shirt or below the belt."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Awww, but we've done more before!... well, we weren't us, but... Wait." It filtered through Dinah's drunk brain that Tia was saying kiss the guy and she brightened back up. "Kissing!" She popped a chocolate in her mouth and chewed it up, saying indistinctly. "Tia, kiss? Watch Priestly, if I can kiss Tia, I can kiss you!"

Champagne logic at its finest.