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all_inclusive2015-12-30 08:56 pm
concierge) wrote in all_inclusive2015-12-30 08:56 pm
Entry tags:
- !closed,
- -type: mingle,
- musketeers (tv): milady de winter,
- suits (tv): rachel zane,
- zz: annie cresta,
- zz: aramis,
- zz: athos,
- zz: chiana,
- zz: cinderella,
- zz: claire temple,
- zz: darcy lewis,
- zz: fiona gallagher,
- zz: grey,
- zz: harvey specter,
- zz: jamie fraser,
- zz: jamie moriarty,
- zz: john luther,
- zz: jon snow,
- zz: jonathan strange,
- zz: matt murdock,
- zz: obi-wan kenobi,
- zz: olaf johnson,
- zz: porthos du vallon,
- zz: robert chase
Gathering: New Year's Eve Gala
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.
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.
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Dimly, he wonders where Foggy is in all of this noise and gaity, what with Matt's magnetism to stunning women with questionable character having apparently crossed dimensions. To be fair, this one found him.
"So, when you say you just got here, do you mean today, this week...?"
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"About five minutes ago?" Rachel says, voice pitching up on the end of the question just a little. She isn't entirely certain how long she's been in this particular establishment but it's been long enough to get a drink and, apparently, almost insult a blind man. Good job, Zane.
"I was leaving home to go to a friend's and I walked into this place. Someone gave me a drink and here we are. I think you're caught up now."