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not_a_goddamn_princessParty night. The best of nights. An ornate sign on 33 Apocalypse’s door invited all to knock and make themselves known.
The space inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, stretched and displaced by magic. The wallpaper was green and textured, hinting at the English countryside. On one side of the room sat a significant bar offering food and drinks, while the other gave ample space to sit. A large Jenga tower held prominence in a corner.
It was easy to miss it, though, in favor of the little streams of water that ran across furniture and floor. Tiny glass gondolas, animated by magic, made their way back and forth across each stream. The gondolas were real, though the water itself was an illusion. It called attention to the ceiling, doubly enchanted: both to draw all cigarette smoke to itself so it wouldn’t blow in anyone’s face, but also to mimic the starry sky above Venice.
You could watch the stars twinkle, or see the occasional cloud go by. Magical fireflies added to the illusion, dancing through the air like tiny lights. If you listened closely, you could hear the sea rolling in across an invisible beach. Even the air smelled faintly of it: the sea, warm food and good wine.
Welcome to Eliot and Margo’s pad, people. They’d make damn sure you had a good time.
[ocd up, come party!]
The space inside was bigger than it looked from the outside, stretched and displaced by magic. The wallpaper was green and textured, hinting at the English countryside. On one side of the room sat a significant bar offering food and drinks, while the other gave ample space to sit. A large Jenga tower held prominence in a corner.
It was easy to miss it, though, in favor of the little streams of water that ran across furniture and floor. Tiny glass gondolas, animated by magic, made their way back and forth across each stream. The gondolas were real, though the water itself was an illusion. It called attention to the ceiling, doubly enchanted: both to draw all cigarette smoke to itself so it wouldn’t blow in anyone’s face, but also to mimic the starry sky above Venice.
You could watch the stars twinkle, or see the occasional cloud go by. Magical fireflies added to the illusion, dancing through the air like tiny lights. If you listened closely, you could hear the sea rolling in across an invisible beach. Even the air smelled faintly of it: the sea, warm food and good wine.
Welcome to Eliot and Margo’s pad, people. They’d make damn sure you had a good time.
[ocd up, come party!]
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 05:01 pm (UTC)Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 05:10 pm (UTC)Because of course she liked seeing him all dressed up and fancy, too.
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Date: 2021-10-22 05:16 pm (UTC)Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 05:37 pm (UTC)Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 06:05 pm (UTC)Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 06:21 pm (UTC)She was pretty sure they'd get more practice with that as the night went on, though. Call it a hunch.
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Date: 2021-10-22 06:38 pm (UTC)Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 07:00 pm (UTC)As though that hadn't obviously been on the table from the moment they'd put them on, please.
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 07:47 pm (UTC)Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 07:58 pm (UTC)"I know, but I can see your eyes in this one," Annie replied, proving that kinkiness and romance did not have to be mutually exclusive.
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 08:16 pm (UTC)Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 08:22 pm (UTC)That would actually be pretty hot.
"But it would totally help with the secret identity thing, at least."
Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 09:43 pm (UTC)Re: Mingle!
Date: 2021-10-22 10:28 pm (UTC)Or maybe she'd be drunk and it would seem like a hassle when she was already all sparkly. Who could predict the future?