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

[toujours_impur]

When one flirted with as many people as Sirius did, matching up a familiar face to a time and a place was an all but hopeless challenge, although the woman was somewhat familiar. "Your dreams?" he replied, his grin letting her know that yes, he was well aware how cheesy his response was.

As he studied her, though, vague, blurry flashes of memory came to him. "...We danced together somewhere, I think." Where and when he couldn't have said to save his life, but hey, it was something.

[hardertohide]

"That sounds more likely," Dutch shot back, the amused look on her face making the statement a tease rather than a jab.

[toujours_impur]

"Depends on what you've been drinking," Sirius proposed with a chuckle, and sure, let her think he was referring to alcohol. "Still, if you remember me, I must have done something right." And he must not have done anything too insulting, because she likely would have really remembered that. He'd settle for vague but clearly inoffensive recollection at this point.