New Year's Eve Soiree

[sandsofchaos]

Jennifer had put in extra overtime for this - though Set himself had arranged the servers, made of sand and storm - but the stage was set. The glossy black bar was stocked fully with any kind of alcohol you could ever desire, including a selection of Egyptian microbrews. To the right of it, the dessert bar - staffed by two lithe, sloe-eyed girls - has any sweet you might desire, from a chocolate fountain to creme brulee to a dense raspberry torte.

There are the low couches by the windows, where the waiters pass with French champagne and canapes regularly, and for those who don't mind the chill, there are the vast decks just outside, where you can appreciate the sight of New York on this night, or...possibly find some privacy for that New Year's kiss.

Comments

[sandsofchaos.livejournal.com]

"I've been cynical for hundreds of years. I feel it's working out well for me." He smiled as he recalled a rumor he'd heard about his cousin Sakhmet. "Have you considered the United Nations?"

[philosophy-wit.livejournal.com]

"I'm tempted by it, certainly."

[sandsofchaos.livejournal.com]

"It might be an interesting use of your skills. And there are a few less idiots there. At least the cocktail parties are of a higher quality."

[philosophy-wit.livejournal.com]

"Interesting would be a wonderful way to put it, I'd think. I really will have to give it a try."

[sandsofchaos.livejournal.com]

Set toasted her and smiled. "I should see to the rest of the guests, my lady, but please - do not hide all night, my dear."

[philosophy-wit.livejournal.com]

Returning the smile, Athena shrugged. "I will try."