Freya finished futzing with vodka and put the jug back in the fridge, "We can do that, we should do that, we will do that." She nodded, smiling. "Although if we wind up with loosing clothes as forfeits M you are at disadvantage already." she pointed out to Morgan.<br/><br/>Stepping over to her desk Freya turned on her MP3 player, which most notably wasn't an apple product but by some strange Korean company called Cowon and set it playing. The first track to come on was by the strangely titled 'Squirrel Nut Zippers' and was entitled 'Suits are picking up the bill' it featured a lot of proper instruments, a whole brass section, banjo, all kinds of things. Proper music, not manufactured. This was the way of the Freya, strange and interesting music from all over the world all collected in an ecclectic taste that it was hard to predict. Her player was almost universally on 'random' too which meant musical roulette for her roomies if she was given permission to pollute the room with sounds. Especially if she was using her laptop with the external drive she kept most of her collection on, over terabyte of music.<br/><br/>Stepping back into the centre of the room Freya sat down on the floor by the coffee table she had put the two bottle of champers on. "So, do we get wasted first, or use booze for forfeits... What are our ground rules? Cos we should have that out in the open before we start."