GP - dreaming of a black christmas
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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.
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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Date: 2016-12-18 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-18 04:15 am (UTC)"No, not at all," Faizel assured her. "It's more you smile like that and brush off the worst in life so easily that I can't help but wonder how queer I am- Or if you're simply so much stronger than I. I survive by going cold, but you burn warm always," he said softly, pushing his hair back and looking at her for a long moment.
"It's admirable. ...Enviable, even."
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Date: 2016-12-18 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-18 04:34 am (UTC)Faizel nodded a little, then reached out and took her hand again, squeezing. It was a small action, but he hoped she understood that to him it was quite big still. Every touch, every attempt to make the first move when it came to contact- That was him trying.
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Date: 2016-12-18 04:46 am (UTC)Sunny just wished she didn't want to touch him so badly.
Her thumb rubbed slow circles over the back of his hand. Not for any particular reason, just drawing what she could out of this simple contact.
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Date: 2016-12-18 06:03 am (UTC)"I'm very glad i ran into you tonight. I'd much rather be here, with you, than alone with my reading," he said quietly.
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Date: 2016-12-18 06:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-12-18 06:34 pm (UTC)Faizel beamed at that, quietly pleased that he'd said the right thing.