MASQUERADE PARTY, 33 Apocalypse Ave, Friday Evening

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Party 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!]

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Food and Drinks

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

Bowls of grapes and crackers with fancy salmon mousse abound across the room, but if you want something more substantial, the bar offers no small amount of Venetian-style cicchetti.

Want a drink instead? Eliot will have you covered, but please wait for him to ping in if you want something fancy and designer.

Re: Food and Drinks

[existencemisspent]

When not circulating to make sure he spoke to absolutely everyone in attendance, Eliot could be found behind the bar, a cigarette dangling from his lips, expertly slinging bottles of liquor and wine to create a range of delightful concoctions, each glimmering with a distinct, magical glow.

Looking to stick with the Venetian theme? Try a Venetian spritz! Hoping to ward off the evil eye? Eliot's got you covered with a Mati inspired cocktail with just a touch of luck magic in it.

And of course, what would an Eliot and Margo party be without a signature cocktail? For tonight, Eliot had chosen death in the afternoon, a nice simple beverage made from absinthe and champagne. Because absinthe. And champagne.

Please be sure to let him know if you actually wanted to hallucinate on that absinthe. He could certainly arrange that for you.

Re: Food and Drinks

[sword_chocobro]

"So," said Gladio, leaning up against the bar in his nice suit and complete lack of shirt, and passing a grin over to Eliot. "I was told I should ask you about the signiture drink."

Re: Food and Drinks

[existencemisspent]

"Were you indeed!" Eliot said, smiling broadly. "It's called 'death in the afternoon'. Tell me: do you enjoy licorice?"

Re: Food and Drinks

[sword_chocobro]

"I could take it or leave it," Gladio admitted with a shrug. "But maybe this drink'll change my mind. I mean, with a name like that, I almost have to try it, right?"

Re: Food and Drinks

[existencemisspent]

"I agree entirely." Eliot picked out the necessary bottles and glass, then gave Gladio a coy glance out of the corner of his eye. "Final question: would you prefer it with hallucinogenic properties or no?"

Re: Food and Drinks

[sword_chocobro]

A question like that was going to earn Eliot at least a little bit of a look that seemed to suggest he could probably guess the answer to it based on their conversation yesterday, but still, he'd let actual words do the talking, too.

"Yeah," he said, "definitely think I'm going to go with the non-hallucinogenic angle on that one, man."

He barely ever let himself drink enough to get past a buzz, so...

Re: Food and Drinks

[existencemisspent]

Eliot was going to end up with a lot of leftover enchanted absinthe at this rate. Mental note: Fandomites preferred to get fucked up on alcohol alone.

"Absolutely," he said, and scooped up a green bottle to finish off the cocktail.

"Here you go!"

Re: Food and Drinks

[sword_chocobro]

Or he was just talking to a few of the wrong Fandomites on that regard.

But Gladio now had a drink, and he nodded his thanks, before lifting it up in his massive hand. "Thanks," he said. "Cheers."

Re: Food and Drinks

[existencemisspent]

"Cheers," Eliot returned, tugging his flask from his pocket so he'd have something to properly toast back with without messing up his bar's mise en place.