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strangetrip2017-12-31 09:40 pm
st_rangepalette) wrote in strangetrip2017-12-31 09:40 pm
Entry tags:
- # check-in day,
- alec mcdowell,
- alex kamal,
- bo dennis,
- coby ward,
- curnen overbay,
- dean winchester,
- dorian pavus,
- gartrett corbie,
- homer jackson,
- kashaw vesh,
- kitty pryde,
- lillith daturai,
- liz parker,
- marie-ange colbert,
- mary winchester,
- moana,
- peter parker,
- pike trickfoot,
- piotr rasputin,
- rey,
- sam winchester,
- sunny nwazue,
- vex'ahlia,
- waldo butters,
- wyatt logan,
- xavin
[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.
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.
Re: Sam - Mistletoe -tag Bo, Caroline, OTA
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."
Re: Sam - Mistletoe -tag Bo, Caroline, OTA