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

[0_0_7]

"Mmm, and I want to marry you, Q. And I think it's time we stop making excuses and letting work come between us. Let's have a whirlwind holiday and make it official," he replied.

[quartermaster_q]

"How fun," Q smiled. "Should I start picking out a suit then?" he asked, pausing, then frowning. "Or, um, perhaps you should choose the suits and I'll book the tickets. Let's play to our strengths."

[0_0_7]

"I'll arrange the suits. and flowers. you do the tickets and accommodations. somewhere warm, though, I think. Maybe with a beach."

He liked the idea of that. Lazing in the sun. Drinks and dancing. Hours naked in bed.

[quartermaster_q]

"I'll surprise you with something wonderful," Q promised. "When shall we leave? Just before Christmas?"

[0_0_7]

"Just before Christmas , " he nodded. "Maybe we should take a while fortnight..."

[quartermaster_q]

"If you like," Q nodded, happy to do anything when it involved more time with James.

[0_0_7]

"I'd like that very much," he said with a seductive smile. "I'd like a great many things, quite honestly."

[quartermaster_q]

"Oh, care to name them?" Q asked with a laugh.

[0_0_7]

Bond leaned in and whispered a string of seductive obscenities in Q's ear while running his hand all the way down his back to his bum.

"...And that's just to start," he said.

[quartermaster_q]

"Filthy old dog," Q tutted in mock disapproval, smirking a little and leaning in for a kiss.

[0_0_7]

Bond kissed him gladly, and a bit more passionately than was appropriate for the party. He didn't care. Q was his, it was the holidays, and he was just a touch drunk on delcious rum.

[quartermaster_q]

Laughing into the kiss, Q pressed as close as he dared before sighing softly.

"Should we find a seat?" he asked with a warm smile.

[0_0_7]

"I see a table over there," he motioned. "Let's see what's on the menu for the evening."

He escorted Q to the open seats and took his own, settling in for a fine dining experience.