[Couple's V-day Log] A Night to Remember; OPEN

[makethemguilty]

Who: Your Host, The Guests, & St. Cupid
When: After Sirens. 9PM and onward~
Where: The Grey Line, Reserved Dining Hall & Grand Ballroom
Summary: XEMC/AGI Valentine's Day couples' party, fun, dance, etc. for your enjoyment! Dine, romance, and dance the night away. Be warned though, not everything is as it seems. <3
Warnings: Put them in the tag line, ladies and gentlemen~ (Note: The chocolate, wine, and some of the desserts are laced with aphrodisiacs, but ultimately the potency/effects shall be left up to the discretion of the player.)

There's a ladylove or beau in your life you are aiming to please; You seek to prove your love, obtain their affections, or have them swooning off their feet by the end of the night. Or perhaps your intentions are less than pure…Either way, you know this, of course, because you've chosen to bring them here. The Grey Line is an elegant restaurant whose very atmosphere is a recipe for romance, and tonight, everything your special someone needs to have an evening solely dedicated to passionate desire between the two of you will be provided for, to enjoy at your leisure.

Tonight is going to be perfect. Tonight is special.

Let the siren's song of love overwhelm you as you enter; open the doors, and walk inside.

The staff will greet you as an old friend, and take your coats, their friendly smiles a gentle contrast to the elegant decor around them. There's a feeling of euphoria which flows gently through the air, basking all those who attend.

And why shouldn't there be? The very design of the Grey Line is a masterful one, the modernity and sleekness lending to its natural beauty, played up by the fact that the structure of the restaurant itself is set into a shallow bay, with wall to wall glass windows in the main dining room which allow for the majesty of the ocean to be seen with the coming of the tides. By night, underwater lighting installed in the rocks outside attract a strange array of monstrous sea creatures.

You'll be lead back into the grand ballroom and placed at a table of your choice, a live company of instrumentals set back on a higher tier in front which overlooks the dining area.

The colors from the City bleed from the sea with the tide sweeping up the sides of the glass, bleaching it a deep aqua color.

Quiet awe overwhelms you as the soft illumination descends and caresses the faces everyone inside, giving them a soft, gentle look that adds to the undercurrent of tranquil calm.

Now, you're ready. Seated, you can observe who else is here with you, or bask in the ambience of your surroundings. Baskets of wine and chocolates are set at each table, along with a centerpiece of roses.

"Anything that you desire on the menu, sir, madam? Please, order anything you like. Compliments of your host."

Comments

[ergomaniac]

...Ah. But this kiss thing is of course a...joke.

[thelightbringer]

Nnno. Why would it be? It's a personal, physical way of signing a contract.

[ergomaniac]

And so is placing one's signature upon a page.

[thelightbringer]

Not for me, I'm afraid. A signature is just a name, and I have a hundred of those.

[ergomaniac]

And a kiss is merely - it - That is, of course, merely a prank.

[thelightbringer]

No [trying so hard not to laugh] your reaction is exactly why I made it the binding part of the contract. Do you know how many politicians backed out of a perfect deal because of it? It separates the serious prospects from the delusional ones.

[ergomaniac]

I - [He scowls in frustration now, though his face is suffused with an embarrassed flush.] That is not a matter of - "seriousness." It's a matter of how - free one is with one's affections!

[thelightbringer]

If you can't push a personal boundary for the sake of a lifelong deal, then Hell doesn't do business with you. It's as simple as that.

[ergomaniac]

In any case, it is not I who am making a deal. You're the one who is doing so.

[thelightbringer]

Yes...with you. About Sam. You know, maybe we should get him on the negotiations.

[ergomaniac]

I hardly think that necessary!

[Aaand that flush deepens.]

[thelightbringer]

I think he'd want to know if we're negotiating over him. Come on, Miles, it's not fair to treat him like a piece of meat.

[ergomaniac]

We're not negotiating over him! We're - negotiating regarding him. It's quite different!

[He glowers at Lucifer.]

[thelightbringer]

He'd still want to kno~ow.

What are you afraid of? That he'll know you care about him?

[ergomaniac]

I -

[He lets out a huff of pure frustration.]

He already knows I'm his friend!

[thelightbringer]

But you're still embarrassed. Come on, don't make me resort to censored communication here.

[ergomaniac]

...What do you mean by "censored communication."

[thelightbringer]

Do you want me to prove how jealous you are?

[ergomaniac]

...Jealous of what. I'm quite certain I don't know what you're going on about.

[thelightbringer]

We'll see.

Come on, let's go request a song and find Sam. If we're making a deal it won't be here anyway.

[ergomaniac]

...Very well. But I want a time and a place at which said deal will happen.

[thelightbringer]

Tomorrow, after breakfast.

[Implying he'll be there overnight.]

[ergomaniac]

...Where.

[thelightbringer]

Kitchen table?

[ergomaniac]

...Whose?