strangetrip | [GP] Réveillon & New Year's Eve & Check-In

Emma had said, during Winter's Crest, that she missed a tradition from home called réveillon. She seemed also to miss her cousin, as Lillith missed hers. Since she wished both to learn to cook and to be of comfort to her friend, it had been decided they would make a réveillon dinner for New Year's Eve.

Yet when Emma began to lay out the courses -- oyster soup and potato & leek soup, salad, a gumbo, venison roast, cheeses, and creme brulee, plus several hors d'ouevres not yet decided -- Lillith quailed at the size of the undertaking. Surely she would wish someone to assist who could contribute more than roasted rabbit, wheat or potato flour dumplings, and koláč.

Since Sunny likewise missed her family and would certainly wish a distraction, when she entered the cafe where they were planning, the other two seized upon her almost at once. Sunny could hardly resist their dual entreaty, even had she wished to, and Lillith thought she seemed even more ready for company than previously. Of course Sunny had offerings of her own: jolloff rice, peppered chicken, and fried plantain.

Between they three, the planning and the cooking were very nearly merry, and Lillith kept them liberally supplied with champagne (her personal favorite), too. By late afternoon of the eve of the new year, they had begun lining tables with dishes, and enlisted the help of other friends to make the evening event widely known.

Of course, in addition to the réveillon feast that took over the steakhouse, alcohol flowed freely, lights sparkled brightly, the nightclub had music for dancing. And at some point the Inn or Caroline or Regina hung mistletoe from several of the primary entrances and exits so that unless one wished to or was unaware of the tradition, no one (not even any new arrivals) need greet the new year unkissed.

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There weren't a lot that weren't her type, but Bo responded with a soft purr. "I like mine a little taller, a little hotter." Her fingers played with his hair at the back of his neck.

Sam tried not to think about his brother as hot at all, let alone which of them was hotter. Fortunately, Bo being pressed so close was doing a good job of distracting him. He brushed his lips up against hers, took another kiss, and then--

Caroline, six o'clock.

Everyone knew what was going on, but that didn't mean he wanted to shove it in Caroline's face. So he ran a discreet hand along Bo's hip, turned so they weren't fucking standing up, and smiled. "Hey, Caroline."

The bottle of bourbon that dangled from Caroline's fingers was not full, nor was it the first. A year, a whole year she'd been here. It was a persistent little thought that she'd been trying to drown all night.

As midnight approached, she'd circled around again to find Sam, as she'd told him she would. She couldn't be too shocked that he already had a woman wrapped around him. Bo was like Elena, fucking catnip to everyone who met her. Even Caroline could admit that she wondered what it would be like, at least when she was this drunk she could.

She lifted the bottle to her mouth, finished it off and dropped it on a table. "Hey Sam. Hey Bo. Is there a line or do I just cut in?"

Bo took the physical cue and turned to see Caroline coming. A smile spread across her face and without thinking about it, she was sending out more 'come hither' vibes than she normally tried to. It didn't help that Sam had definitely perked her up.

"Depends on who the line is for." Or maybe not, really, but the tease was out there.

"No line," Sam said, nowhere near as awkwardly as he normally would under the circumstances. Between the alcohol, Dean, Corbie, Bo's vibes, and Caroline (all in different ways and for different reasons), it seemed like an excellent idea for Caroline to 'cut' into line for both of them. He held out a hand to draw Caroline in closer without thinking at all about how she might take it.

Caroline's gaze lingered on Bo a few seconds longer before it moved to Sam's offered hand. He hadn't moved away from Bo. There wasn't much room to cut in. And the hand wasn't a 'wait in line'.

Fuck it. It was a new year.

Caroline bypassed Sam's offered hand and stepped swiftly into the narrow space between his body and Bo's. Pressed up against his chest, she balanced on hand on him, and one hand behind her on Bo's hip, then raised up on her toes and kissed him.

There was the briefest of moments where she almost opened her mouth to say something, but then Sam's hand was outstretched and then Caroline close the gap and whatever moment was gone.

The prospect of having two partners was too much for any rational thought Bo might have - it had been so long. The second Caroline was pressed against Sam and kissing him, Bo moved behind her. She pressed her body against Caroline's fantastic feeling back and her mouth moved to the back of her neck in hot, welcoming kisses while her hands explored the sides of the woman she hadn't even really met yet. Her touch sending soft waves of bliss wherever she met exposed skin.

Sam stiffened briefly -- not as Caroline kissed him, no, then he kissed back, deep and hungry and just as willing to pin her to the wall as he'd been about to do Bo. No, he stiffened when Bo closed in on Caroline, worried she might react badly.

When she didn't, he settled with a heated sigh. It occurred to him to wonder who the hell he was, relaxing, settling, when two of his partners were enjoying him and each other. But that thought passed quickly into the heated haze of need.

A need expressed in greedy kisses to Caroline's mouth, her throat, to Bo's mouth over her shoulder, and interrupted only by a glimpse of blonde hair on a tall woman--his mother.

"Shit. Uh." He didn't quite untangle them, but managed, "My mom. I can't...we should... fuck, who's room is closest?"

Thinking was pretty hard at the moment, with her thoughts scrambled by alcohol, Sam and the startling but not unwelcome heat of Bo's mouth on her neck. But some piece of Caroline nevertheless dug up the answer to Sam's question. "Yours," she managed breathlessly, aware there was some problem with that solution but not yet sure what. Still, she continued, "Bo's on two of three. I'm on four."

This had all escalated quickly.

The fact Caroline knew any of that really drove it home that she was good at organization. Bo would not have been so helpful. It was all she could do to not pushed her hands under Caroline's shirt as they stood there and she hummed a little to distract herself from the need. "King size bed. Room for lots of fun." Said a need but experienced voice.

Yours.

No. Not his.

Why?

His thoughts moved like sludge through a drain. Not his, why not. Oh. River. River and Mom next door.

King size bed.

Yes, yes that was good. Who had that? Sam's had skimmed up Caroline's side to cup her breast. Bo was humming. The seam of his jeans was cutting off circulation to his dick. Again. Christ.

"Caroline's," he forced out. The answer emerging from desperation. "Outside entrance."

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[GP] Réveillon & New Year's Eve & Check-In

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