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.

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[cold_blueeyes]

"I am ridiculous, so it's truth in advertising," Bobby pointed out, nestling into John happily as he returned, smiling against his lips during the kiss. "And it bodes super well for me that you like it."

He chuckled and quickly kissed John's cheek, slipping an arm around him again as he sipped at his drink. "So which one did you get?" he asked, nodding toward John's glass.

[prodigalflame]

"It really does," John agreed. and let his hand slip down to lightly rest on Bobby's ass, all very couple-y and possessive and tender at once. "You play your cards right, you might get to go home with the man of your dreams tonight, Drake." He gave that ass a gentle squeeze, just to underscore his point.

"And I got the 'Kraken Frost Bite'," John told him, looking at his glass for a moment. The lime, mint and cranberry cut through the rum with a bit of a tang, and it all felt pretty good after a few sips. "For sentimental reasons." Because he was one big softy, or something.