Olive and Sia's suite, unlike the teenage hedonistic palace it'd played host to last night, was the stuff of housekeeping and motherly nightmares this morning. There were liquor bottles strewn about (some of them fuzzy -- thanks, Cade) and beer bottles and cans alternately stacked neatly in small towers and scattered carelessly ( Read more... )

It had all started so simply. Olive had just thought that, given how spacious the suites were, it was a pity no one seemed to be hanging out in them much. So, given that she'd wrapped up her activities for the day and figured that most people were doing the same, she texted a bunch of people with a general, Come hang out in Olive and Sia's room! We ( Read more... )