Gathering: New Year's Eve Gala

[concierge]

The annual Nexus New Year's Eve gala began at 8 in the evening. Too grand to be contained by the lobby or dining hall, the gardens at the front of the hotel were employed, with long strings of white lights forming a twinkling canopy from the front doors all the way to the hedge maze. The weather was temperate and calm, and the night perfectly clear.

Drinks were served at various bars set up throughout the gardens and lobby, with champagne cocktails being the specialty of the night. Wheeling through the crowd was a bartender with golden cart providing warm drinks on the go: Tom and Jerrys, rum punch, negus, and Irish coffee.

Crisply-dressed wait staff wove through the collected guests with an abundance of hors d'oeuvres for all different tastes. The Bistro remained open with a limited selection of items for those who were wanting something more substantial.

Above the front doors was hung a large, gold-rimmed clock counting down the last hours, minutes, and seconds of the current year.

Comments

[praiseandglory]

"I am," Porthos confirmed, with a rakish grin at the beautiful woman. He hadn't met her before, he didn't think, but it never hurt to be warm and polite to a beautiful lady. Especially one who thought him dashing. (She was, of course, very right.) "Are you? If not, we should see to that."

[notthewoman]

She hardly knew what motivated her curiosities sometimes, but when someone piqued her interest she rarely stopped to question it. This fellow smiled easily and seemed warmed up by the idea of being charmed, and so she pressed forward.

"I am," She said, smirking a bit as she leaned in and gently nudged his arm with hers. "I suppose I could always stand an upgrade, though. As long as it doesn't end in my being ran through with that sword of yours, I mean. What did you have in mind?"

[praiseandglory]

"Nothing involving that sword, then," Porthos assured her with another charming smile. "All fun should start with another drink, don't you think?" He offered her his arm, the one opposite where his sword hung, to take her towards the bar. While his mind was most definitely affected by his ample alcohol consumption, he still walked in a straight line, which ought to be noted.