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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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"I am so not a lightweight," Rachel scoffs. She doesn't know if she will be or not as this is her first time but something that makes her up as much as her eyes or her freckles or the timbre of her voice is her tenacity and inability to back down from a challenge. This isn't exactly the type of challenge she normally tackles but her competitive spirit puts a gleam in her eyes all the same.
"I could go toe to toe with you, I bet."
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Then he full on laughs when she says she could match him toe-to-toe. "I fucking doubt it," he says. He's had practice. Rachel has not. "This isn't one of those times when enthusiasm is just as important as skill."
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"I wouldn't be a Zane if I just threw in the towel," Rachel admits."So I have to show some bluster or otherwise you'd think I got my brain transplanted or something. But, I think, just this once, that I can concede this one."
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