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'STACHE BASH, Dapper Mansion on Phoenix Way, Friday Evening

It was Friday evening and as had been promised by the posters earlier this week, that meant party time! The mansion was ready, and the mustaches were ready.

No really, there were theme-appropriate balloons.

All that was needed now were some people to have a good time.

[ooc: OCD up! Come party!]

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"Thanks." Hey, it was a compliment. He'd take it. "So, be honest. Does the facial hair add to the hotness, or detract from it?"

"For you?" Tamsin tilted her head. "...Makes you look like a puppy."

"A puppy?"

He chuckled.

"That good or bad? 'Cause I can see it going either way."

"Could go either way," Tamsin said, "Just don't start going around asking girls to 'pet' you, that's gross."

"Is talking about leashes okay?"

Well. He had to ask.

Tamsin held up her hand and waggled it from side to side.

Mike heaved a theatrical sigh that was 0% serious.

"Hey, some people could be into that. Just not you."

"Not sure if there's a huge puppyplay scene on the island, dude."

"Not quite extreme I was going for, anyway," Mike replied with a snort. "Mine was more of a... only vaguely related tangent."

"And you're not even drunk yet," Tamsin mused. "That bodes well."

"Are you sure?" Mike retorted. "I had a long time to get ready for this party in the vicinity of some fine alcoholic beverages."

He hadn't actually drunk more than a cup of punch before anyone showed up, but that was beside the point.

"By the way, pickle-flavored vodka is a apparently thing, and its going in your Bloody Mary next time. I need someone to try it."

Tamsin rolled her eyes. "If it tastes like ass, I might call you on that leash thing," she warned.

"It's not going to taste like ass." He'd been promised, when he'd voiced his scepticism on that very matter. "But if it does, I promise I will let you take it out on me."

"And you'd better wear one of those teensy stripping outfits," Tamsin mused.

"Do I have to start out in one, or can I end up that way?"

Was that an offer to do a full routine? That was probably an offer to do a full routine.

"...You can end up that way," Tamsin said, eyeing him speculatively.

For some reason talking to Mike always ended in her thinking about getting laid.

That wasn't a bad thing.

It had been almost literally his job at one point to make people think about getting laid, at one point. So, Mike wouldn't have been very surprised by that.

He grinned. "That's definitely doable."

Tamsin sipped her drink. "I'm not going to say 'you're doable'," she informed him.

The grin turned into a smirk. "You don't have to."

They'd already established that.

"And I'm starting to gather the mustache doesn't hurt anything."

"I'm still torn on the mustache," Tamsin told him dryly. "I'll think about it."

Mike gave that an easy shrug. "It's probably not staying, anyway."

"Good," Tamsin said. "It'd suck if I fell out on the wrong side and had to knock you out and shave it off."

"I'm pretty sure you could persuade me to do it without violence, even if I happened to love the beard."

Just a thought.

"If you were lucky," Tamsin said, with a half-shrug.

What? She liked them terrified.

"... Please ask me first, Tamsin."

See, this was what Derek needed to resort to if he wanted any respect in facial hair related issues.

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