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

[nebaritralk]

"Like I said," Chiana answered, smile stretching into a grin. "Boring." She takes another drink, steps closer to Harvey, looking up at him. "What would you want me to be, Harvey?"

[notgivingyourmoneyback]

He smirks at her. Most of the people he's spent intimate time with, he wouldn't consider boring.

Her question is still intriguing though. "Hmm. I'll have to think about that one," he says. The first thing that came to mind was 'naked', but that seems like such a waste of an answer. He's going to have to ponder this one a bit before he gives her a response.

[nebaritralk]

"Think," Chiana echoes teasingly. "I ask you something like that, and you wanna think." She steps closer to him, free hand sliding down his chest. "I think I'm losing my touch."

[notgivingyourmoneyback]

He grins at her. "Of course I want to think. It would be bad if I chose the wrong thing." He's not going to need a week or anything quite that grand, just a few minutes or so. Or, maybe he just wants to draw this out a bit, make her wonder what it is he'll come up with.

[nebaritralk]

"Only if there are any wrong things," Chiana answers, still smirking, fingers sliding along his waistband. "Only if bad's not a thing we wanna be."

[notgivingyourmoneyback]

"Oh, there are definitely 'wrong' things to choose in this situation," he answers without giving examples. Examples would ruin the mystery. His eyes dip down to follow the path of her fingers momentarily. "Oh, we'll be bad," he confirms.

[nebaritralk]

"Words, words, words," Chiana remarks, dark eyes glinting as she angles another smile up at him. "Find me when you want to do something about them, Harvey." She pulls her hands back as she speaks, and steps back out of his space, turning to go.

Anticipation is fun.

[notgivingyourmoneyback]

She starts to go and his hand moves, sliding down her arm to catch her wrist. He turns his chin over his shoulder. "You know words can be just as sexy as actions, right?" he asks her, wicked grin bending the corners of his mouth upward.

[nebaritralk]

"I'm going to require proof," Chiana shoots back, definitely a challenge she's hoping he's going to want to meet.

[notgivingyourmoneyback]

He gives her a look. "You don't believe me?" he asks. Though now he might be a bit more intrigued than he was before. "Are you familiar with 'dirty talk'?" Because this will determine which direction he might need to take to prove his point. There are all different manners of 'sexy words'.

[nebaritralk]

Chiana shakes her head, not because she isn't familiar with it, but because he isn't getting it. She pulls her wrist out of his grasp. "Missing the point, Harvey." Of course she's familiar with dirty talk - intimately so - but it's not as if he's been giving her any.

[notgivingyourmoneyback]

A wicked grin bends his mouth, then he leans in close to her ear and whispers several things to her - what he might like to do to her later, what he might be willing to let her to do him - all detailed just enough to be intriguing while still leaving just enough to the imagination.

[nebaritralk]

Her hands end up on his chest as he whispers in her ear, making her smile stretch with delight at the pictures he paints. "When do we start?" she asks when he sounds done, leaning back just enough to catch his gaze, lips so close to his.

[notgivingyourmoneyback]

He grins at her. He glances at his watch. "How long do you think it will take us to get upstairs?" he asks her. "Unless you feel the need to wait."

[nebaritralk]

"I think we've waited enough," Chiana tells him with agrin, and pulls away to head out of the hall.

[notgivingyourmoneyback]

He grins right back and follows her out of the hall, toward the stairs. "Your room or mine?" Because having a destination is helpful.

[nebaritralk]

"Yours," Chiana replies with a grin, and avoids the stairs to go for the elevator. Elevators are way better for these moments.