Fly Away to a Cafe

[halfbread]

Who: Everyone who wants in!
What: The V-Day Café! (Yes, that's what we're going with, no, you can't make WWII jokes.)
Where: The Big House
When: Valentine's Day, mostly evening but various times
Warnings: I have no freakin' clue, it's probably going to depend on individual threads

At 6:00 sharp, the doors are officially open on the first ever Camp Half-Blood Valentine's Day Café. The two biggest rooms on the first floor of the Big House have been turned into dining rooms, one decorated in a much more traditionally "romantic" oeuvre for couples and the second into a relaxing place to hang out just among friends. Both rooms are serving the same menu, and both have a good number of tables set up to accomodate visitors. As people finish eating, the waiters and waitresses will roll around a dessert cart for people to make selections from. Enjolras will be incredibly reluctantly providing serenades in the romantic dining room with some assistance from Cosette, while Chiron's boombox has been borrowed and tuned to the local pop station for the casual dining room. Have fun, everyone!

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[moointhedark]

Charlie has been working all night in his tuxedo t-shirt as a waiter. He's gotten to see one of his best friends on her first date (which he will tease her about later) and meet other campers, which is pretty cool. All in all, it's been a good night, but he's ready to unwind.

Unwinding for him means stalking the cake. (And what a magnificent cake it is.)

No one will mind if he takes a bigger than usual slice of chocolate, right? He is a teenager now, after all.

[halfbread]

Good thing Peeta made the bottom (and biggest) layer chocolate, right? He keeps an eye on Charlie but doesn't stop him, laughing a little but soundlessly at the way he's trying to sneak that piece. Nice try, kid - but no one around seems to mind, at least.

[longmayshereign]

Mary is seated in a chair at one of the tables, her own slice of cake significantly smaller. Her brows lift as she checks out Charlie's plate. "Are you going to eat all of that, Charlie?" she asks with a friendly laugh.

[moointhedark]

It takes Charlie a moment to reply, mostly because his face is full of delicious, delicious cake. He hums happily. "I'm a growing boy!"

This is his new favourite excuse since his birthday.