[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]

Rudeness?

[thelightbringer]

No. Me, with Sam.

[ergomaniac]

[Edgeworth hesitates - and then sets his jaw and addresses the issue head-on.

...Or, well, from less of an angle.]

I don't know the precise nature of your relationship - but ultimately, it does not matter so much. It's clear that he holds a great deal of affection and respect for you. Here is the heart of the matter: I've known some of the people he's held affection and respect for, and I've known them to hurt him terribly. Almost irreparably.

[thelightbringer]

And if I could, I'd gather them up and draw and quarter them one by one. I'd enjoy it, too, so if that lumps me in with them in your book.... [shrug] We'll just say Sam has a type, and I'm a variation of it.

[ergomaniac]

[His lips tighten. His voice is short.]

And I don't like that "type." That "type" tends to end up trying to keep him on a leash as a slave.

[thelightbringer]

He's better off a leash.

[Sam's words almost exactly, but it's proven true so far.]

[ergomaniac]

Draw up an affidavit in which you swear to those words - in which you make them a binding oath - and I shall be more content.

[thelightbringer]

If you really wanted, I could make a binding deal right now. But we're here to have fun.

[ergomaniac]

[He lifts his chin.]

You have pen and paper?

[thelightbringer]

I have powers.

[ergomaniac]

I trust paper more.

[thelightbringer]

You shouldn't. I'm an angel, why do you think I follow papers?

[ergomaniac]

And I'm a lawyer, and I've no regard for "powers." If it makes you feel better, however, I'll not object to using both methods of cementing your word.

[thelightbringer]

[Sipping brandy]

Well, I'm all right with that, but I don't think you will be.

[ergomaniac]

No? I recall reading a story, once, in which the devil himself was defeated by a simple lawyer and a simple contract. I shall be content with paper.

[thelightbringer]

That devil cared about human laws. I don't.

[ergomaniac]

And here I thought you were one and the same.

[thelightbringer]

Clearly you haven't met the version of me who thinks night clubs are the height of avarice.

[ergomaniac]

I've spoken with another who claims to be the devil, yes. Do you cede the title to him?

[thelightbringer]

[Excuse him while he laughs a little into his glass.]

That version is 'reformed'. He's Diet Lite Lucifer.

[ergomaniac]

And you, of course, greatly outweigh him in sin.

[thelightbringer]

I don't know about that. I think I'm more goal-oriented than he is.

[ergomaniac]

...Hmph. Regardless, my earlier point stands.

[thelightbringer]

About the deal. Right. Well, all I have to do for yours is sign. All you have to do for mine is kiss me until I let you go.

[ergomaniac]

[A long, long pause. Finally:]

...Forgive me. I think I might have misheard you.