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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[habitually]

Grantaire goes along with the footsie and wraps his foot around his once he gets his free again. He looks over at Gabriel because in all honesty he actually isn't paying attention to the menu as much as he's trying to not mess this up.

"I don't think we're allowed to have everything-- See how it says: 'pick one' up here?" as he rubs his arm against Gabriel's to point at the menu.

[angeliaforos]

Well, to be honest, Gabriel's having the same internal struggle. Grantaire hasn't left completely repulsed yet, so he figures he's doing a good job. He grins a little and slides his toes up and down Grantaire's calf a little.

"Fine, fine. Gods, didn't know you were the type of guy to take the easy way out of this, R." He chuckles a little, looking down at the menu. "Do you like lasagna?"

[habitually]

"Yeah, but it could use some meat in it... What a shame." Wrinkling his nose at the word vegetarian. "The chicken sounds all right."

And of course, the footsie continues under the table, making Grantaire feel a little more comfortable. "Don't think they could've made this menu more pretentious if they tried. Maybe if they put it in French..."

He promptly starts translating snippets of the luxurious menu into French in his thickest accent.

[angeliaforos]

"So we get both. I get lasagna and you get the chicken and we'll call it even. Can we do that, is that allowed?"

Probably not, but he hopes it is. If there's one thing he knows about the Demeter kids- especially the two boys heading this thing - it's that they can cook some serious shit. And that's helping to relieve the tension too, that this night isn't totally fucked.

He does get a laugh out of that, though, and mimics his accent as he reads in English. "They say French makes things sexier. Unfortunately, I only speak Spanish. So you're SOL here."

[habitually]

"Mmm, fine, I'll share my chicken if you promise not to give me any eggplant. You gotta eat that for both of us," he smiles and continues to keep contact going between them by grazing his arm at every opportunity.

He laughs and shakes his head at Gabriel's comment. "Spanish is much more romantic to me, but I don't hear that every time I go home, to be fair. Does it make me sexy, mon ange?" Rolling his eyes for emphasis that he doesn't think so.

[angeliaforos]

"God, I can't believe you don't like eggplant. Not even eggplant parm?" The physical contact's good, welcome. Gabriel's always been a touchy-feely kind of guy, in this way, and it's nice. Comforting. Makes him feel not so out of touch with this.

"I guess. Whatever you want to believe is what you'll believe anyway, isn't it, pendejito? I think I know that much about you."

Gabriel has no idea if that's the actual diminutive of pendejo, but he's making this up as he goes along. It's what he does best.

[habitually]

He shrugs and waves his hand back and forth in a "so so" gesture.

"It's all right. Not big on Italian food to be honest. Besides, I'd rather save my appetite for something else," he says with a blissful smile at his date.

[angeliaforos]

"You've gotta be crazy, R. Nobody's 'not big' on Italian. Sauce and entirely too much cheese? Gods, sign me up right now." He gives Grantaire another sly little grin, leaning back in his seat. "Yeah? What're you looking forward so much to?"

[habitually]

Ruffling his hair a little.

"You can sign up all you want. I'd much rather have your stupid face than gooey Parmesan over aubergine." His eyes crinkle a little.

"There is a slight upside to suddenly having a cabin to myself. Think your roommates would miss you tonight if you didn't show up for lights out?"

[angeliaforos]

"Oh, look at you, getting all gooey now. Just like the cheese, Grantaire."

But he can't help but smile just a bit. This is...this is nice. He could use something like this.

"I don't think Tonks'll mind too much. She knows what day it is, and she knows who I'm out with."

[habitually]

"Yeah well, I get better with age, too," he laughs as he wrinkles his nose.

As he takes a drink of the water that came, he thinks about the last statement. "'Who you're out with'-- Is that an implication? I'm offended. I could be a proper gentleman and drop you off at your doorstep with a kiss."

He could be.

[angeliaforos]

"Yeah, I'll concede to that." Because it's true. They've both gotten more tolerable with eachother with age - though Gabe's still every bit as much of a brat as he was when he first set foot in camp's grounds.

That just gets an eye-roll. "Oh, you could be. I have no doubt about that. What I'm getting at here is that you won't."

[habitually]

He leans forward a little bit to get up in his personal space and smirk at him.

"Is that a promise?"

[angeliaforos]

He leans forward, practically mimicking Grantaire's motions, and places a hand over his, almost conspiratorially.

"Dude. Dude. Dude. That's such a promise."

[habitually]

His thumb strokes the hand covering his for a moment before squeezing down on Gabe's hand.

"Good," he grins, keeping his hand in his as he closes the gap and kisses him.

[angeliaforos]

Gabriel's breath hitches in his throat, because wow it must be the stupidly romantic atmosphere but he swears to God and gods and whoever the fuck is looking on that he just felt a shiver. He doesn't shiver, and he doesn't quite always do romance, not since her and this scares him.

But it's also kind of...alluring. And he's happy to return the kiss, his eyes falling closed.