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.

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[lovedoftwogods.livejournal.com]

He sighed and let Ganymede hold him gratefully. He wasn't sure he could make his feet work properly to move him anywhere else anyway.

"It will be." He nuzzled Ganyemede's throat. "What do you plan to do with it, cup-bearer?"

[the_cupbearer]

"I imagine much the same as I do with any other," he says, looking up to the sky. "Live."

[lovedoftwogods.livejournal.com]

"Such a noble, poet aspiration." Hyacinthe remarked dryly. "Are you doing well in keeping it?" He asks, one arm kneading thoughtfully at Ganymede's hip. Kneading or struggling to find purchase, it was a little unclear.