GP - dreaming of a black christmas

[lcrpg_npc]

The repurposed railway arches that housed Beagle's bar and restaurant were decked in shades of black: black christmas trees glittering with sparkly and satiny black ornaments, black wreaths with perfectly tied bows, black garlands draping along the walls and bar, ribbons edging the long banquet benches in the restaurant dining room. A gentle snow seemed to fall from the ceiling, a specially designed lighting effect much more pleasant than the cold and wet that would've accompanied real snow. Christmas music played over hidden speakers, setting the mood without interfering with conversation.

The Kraken Black Christmas feast was a different spin on the holiday than you'd find most places, and yet, a christmas feast all the same. All the flavors of the season were there, both in the bar's specialty cocktails and in the feast itself, served banquet-style to those fortunate enough to get tickets - mulled wine, egg nog, roasts and stuffing and puddings, and so much more. Yet the food and drinks all shared the same theme as the decor, shades of black augmented with squid ink, charcoal, or black sesame seeds.

Guests had been encouraged to continue the theme with black festive attire, but it wasn't required, and spots of color could be found here and there along the table or mingling in the bar. There was one thing everyone could agree on, though. No matter how black the theme, the mood was anything but dark.

Comments

[akatawitch]

Sunny hid her face, though it was easy to see she was still blushing by how her ears were turning red. "Shut up."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'm afraid I simply can't. This voice is money, darling. You should be pleased to hear it," he added, clearly doing an impression of one insufferable producer or another he'd had to deal with recently, then laughing in a way that betrayed just how tipsy he was.

[akatawitch]

"Fin, I swear to God, I'm going to punch you in your skinny arm." Maybe it would sound more like an actual threat if she could get her face out of her hands.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin only grinned, pleased that he now had ample ammunition to make her blush on cue.

[akatawitch]

Sunny managed to lower her hands and glower at him. "Go home, Fin, you're drunk."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Tipsy," he corrected, "And I intend to. ...Though I might have one more drink first. Don't let me keep you though. I'd hate to get between you and your date."

He grinned then, covering his mouth with his hands and doing his best impression of Sunny's little squee again.

[akatawitch]

Well, she'd said she was going to punch him in his skinny arm, and she kept her word.

Though it definitely wasn't as hard as it could have been. "Fuck you." Even that was almost affectionate.

But... all right, maybe she was going to go back to her date.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Such a charmer," Fin tutted, rubbing his arm and then leaning over and kissing her cheek.

"Have fun," he added quietly, his smile fading to something soft and genuine.