Blame it on the Goose, got you feeling loose

[bicorn]

Who: OPEN
Where: Throughout the Mansion
When: June 1st - 3rd
Rating: Likely M by some point.
Summary: A catch-all post for party games and other drunken group shenanigans during the BIOTA event.
The Story:

[ Three days of extreme boozing amongst a large group of people is unlikely to remain peaceful for very long. So have a catch-all mingle post for fun, games, and -- of course -- even more alcohol.

I put up some "game" threads to get this party started but feel free to contribute with your own ideas as well! ]

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[bicorn]

[ As she reaches Santana, Brittany darts out a hand to the other girl's shoulder, first steadying herself. Then, rather eagerly, she leans in too and meets her not!girlfriend halfway, eagerly crashing their lips together. ]

[itsahotone]

[Oh, hey. This is certainly bringing back memories, all of them good up until Brittany started talking about singing lesbian love songs together. But let's not think about that! Let's also not think about how this kiss makes Santana feel warm all over, probably not just from the crazy amount of alcohol she's consumed. It's not just that, and it's not just lust; and it would be scary if she was sober.

But she's not, so her hands slide up into Brittany's hair as they kiss. And yeah, she's aware that people are watching, but she almost forgets.]

[bicorn]

[ Brittany's eyes flutter closed and she barely stifles a slight groan; it always feels so good the way Santana likes to tangle her fingers up in her hair, the tugging sensation putting her completely on edge. She kisses her slowly now that their mouths are actually together, nice and deep -- and still somewhat forceful. She might be making up for lost time. ]

[itsahotone]

[Santana really, really doesn't want to stop. She lets the silky strands slip through her fingers, ending the touch gradually because god, this feels so good and so right, and she always did like kissing Brittany the most.

...Okay, so the touching's stopped, but they still seem to be making out. Oops.]

[bicorn]

[ Brittany's fingers dig slightly into Santana's shoulder where they still rest; it's getting harder and harder to maintain her balance while hovering over the other girl like this. Mostly because their kiss is making her completely weak in the knees, and she kind of needs those to be properly functioning in order to keep from collapsing down on the floor in a drunken stupor.

Still, she'd rather swallow her own tongue than be the one to pull away first. Not when Santana seems so completely into what they're doing and isn't trying to bluff or hide her feelings. Brittany drags down on Santana's bottom lip and releases a quiet, almost barely-there whimper. ]

[itsahotone]

[Santana wants nothing more than to just...move this to one of their rooms, but there's a tiny sliver of sobriety left in her, saying that would be a bad idea.

So with every ounce of strength in her, Santana finally breaks the kiss, sitting back, catching her breath. Part of her drunken attention-whoring makes her want to take a bow or something for the show, but her limbs feel weak.

And she's too busy staring at Brittany.]

[bicorn]

[ Brittany drops back onto her ass to sit, breathing hard. Her cheeks are flushed a bright red cherry color and she looks slyly off to the side, purposefully avoiding Santana's gaze -- not wanting the other girl to see just how wide her smile is. ]