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!

Comments

[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.