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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[toujours_impur]

Sirius chuckled as the girl blushed, waving a hand. "Sorry, couldn't resist." He held out a hand, dialing back the lasciviousness in his grin a fair amount, and added, "My name's Sirius."

[akatawitch]

"Sunny," she answered, shaking the offered hand. Her grip was stronger than it needed to be necessarily. A wordless expression of annoyance that her face was still pink, and a promise that if he got fresh, she would rip him in half.

[toujours_impur]

"Aren't you just?" Sirius remarked, amused. "Pleasure to meet you, Sunny." He even resisted trying to kiss her hand, since she was clearly uncomfortable with his forwardness, and while his flirting was anything but harmless, he preferred to be bold but not pushy.

"So what brings you here tonight? The atmosphere, the disturbing black cocktails, or are you here with someone?"

[akatawitch]

Sunny just barely refrained from snarling at him as she took her hand back. "I'm here with someone," she said. Which was true enough that she didn't bother with explaining the technicalities of how neither she nor Faizel knew the other would be here.

It was more for the purpose of, 'Quit it, this is your first warning.'

[toujours_impur]

"Lucky someone," Sirius drawled with a smirk as his gaze moved over her appreciatively, tucking his hands into his trouser pockets. If he was picking up on her warnings, he was ignoring them.

[akatawitch]

It was too nice an evening to punch someone. Yet. And he was Remus's friend. So Sunny crossed her arms in an attempt to control herself. "Had I been open to the option of being a rich idiot white boy's plaything for any amount of time, I assure you, you've already thoroughly removed all charm from the prospect. Stop."

[toujours_impur]

Sirius took a half-step back, looking genuinely surprised by her words, her anger. "I didn't mean--er, sorry." His demeanor changed completely, and now he resembled nothing so much as a chastised little boy who'd been caught stealing sweets, half-woeful and contrite, half-defensive and petulant.

[akatawitch]

"Didn't mean what?" Sunny pushed, taking a half-step forward. "To insult me? When you were eyeing me like a piece of meat after I sent just about every signal that I didn't like it? To make me uncomfortable? When you kept pushing me after I cringed the first time? You damn well did mean."