New Year's Eve Soiree

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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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"I'd love a glass of Set's excellent champagne," Eros said, settling herself at Hyacinthe's side. "Surviving?" she asked, keeping her tone light but with a quiet question in her eyes as she turned them back to him. Was he all right?

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"That is what we do, is it not?" Hyacinthe said with a crooked smile, gesturing for champagne to be brought for the god...dess. He rested his hand upon her shoulder, though kept his touch so light he could pull back at a moment's notice if Eros wished. "Survive in these fast and tumultuous times by whatever means are afforded to us." Another shot of ouzo down, and he locked his pomegranate-coloured lips meditatively.



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Eros did not wish, not in the least, and her own arm went around Hyacinthe's waist with a gently encouraging smile as she took a sip of her freshened glass. "We do," she agreed, "and they are that. But I hope your time is more pleasant than mere survival."




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The ex-consort shrugged and ordered another drink. He resolved to make it his last for a little while, the way his vision swam and he leaned heavily on the bar. He tossed his curls out of his eyes and glanced around.

"I do not wish to discuss myself. It would be boring. Please, tell me of yourself. How are you getting along? What madness has broken out recently among your brethren?" He was surprised how easily he slipped into more antiquated speech, but it comforted him with its sense that nothing had really changed.

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Eros waved a manicured hand with a roll of her eyes. "What madness hasn't?" she answered with a laugh. She'd gladly gossip about her family if it was what the youth preferred.

"Several of my family have come up with fascinating ways to live alongside humanity. I considered it myself, but I just don't think I could truly fulfill my duties if I limited myself to one city." She chatted about gods who had found homes in New York and those who had stayed a bit more free and ethereal, like herself.

"It will be midnight soon," she said with a faint smile. "Whose new year will be graced with your kiss, Hyacinthe?" She wouldn't object, but she couldn't help but be curious if there was anyone else who had caught his eye.

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"No one who comes to mind, dear goddess." He said, glancing around the assembled. "I think this year I shall abstain." He admitted, waving his hand. "Silly, overrated custom." He called for another drink and regarded Eros over the rim of his glass. "But perhaps I should excuse myself and release you, that other, worthy lips may know the sweetest kiss." He said. He allowed himself to bestow a chaste peck on the delicately sculpted cheek and then he stepped back, intending to wobble off elsewhere.

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Eros turned her face for the gentle kiss, but caught his cheek in her hand before he could go far. "You are no imposition upon me, Hyacinthe," she said seriously, meeting his eyes with a calm steadiness. "I would be more than pleased to hear and answer your call to me some night."

She leaned forward and placed a kiss, still light but not so chaste, upon his lips, then released him. "Good evening, love. I have hope I shall see you again soon."

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Hyacinthe blushed madly, nearly spilling his drink.

"I will bear that in mind, dear Eros." He said quietly, regarding her from beneath the shield of his long, gold-tinged lashes. "Happy new year." He wished her earnestly, and moved off in the direction of the deck, using the odd bit of furniture to steady himself, his feet heavy and disobedient.