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.

Comments

[show_me_something]

"As long as you manage to find some time together, I'm sure it'll be lovely." That was the most important thing, and the best James and Q could probably hope for. "I plan to enjoy the benefit of retirement, both here, and somewhere warm, if I can."

[0_0_7]

"A very good idea. I am quite looking forward to swimming, a good beer, and plenty of rest. I've got a feeling I'll be going to China soon to investigate the Em-drive business to see if there's any weight to it," he said casually, then sipped his drink.

[show_me_something]

"It's always something with work, isn't it?" she replied noncommittally. "If they're going to send you, that is."

[0_0_7]

"It is. It seems like it always has been," he agreed. "I don't mind. Appalling love for Queen and country and all..."