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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[ensared]

Inhaling sharply, he turns to look down at her, wondering if he shouldn't be surprised. Lydia is the daughter of the love goddess, after all, and they did just go on a date, even if neither of them had expected it. They are still on that date, if he looks at it that way. They're still together, and Gale is finding that he likes to be with her more and more. He likes her, and they've all but confirmed that it's not a byproduct of her powers.

What's one kiss, when they've decided that? The mistletoe from a few months ago - that happened as friends more than anything, friends who simply trained together. This is very different, as Gale leans down to catch her lips, somehow more intense and yet more tender than it was then. It's slow, not quite reaching passionate, though there's a hint of the fire he holds deep in his heart. It's not easy to get him to open up, but once Gale does, he doesn't bother holding back, and Lydia will discover that soon enough.

It's a good thing, though. He remembers that even when it was just for the mistletoe, that she makes her mother proud with the way she kisses, the memory lingering for a while afterward. One more like that, with a little more meaning behind it, would be an unquestionably good way to wrap up the night.

good ending?

[lefthandedgenius]

Lydia seems to think so. She can't tell if they spend a minute or ten or twenty kissing under the stars, but it's okay because she really doesn't care. But when both of them have finally had - if not enough, then at least, enough for now, it's close to harpy hour and she spends the walk back to the cabins with what she desperately hopes is not a foolish grin on her face and another kiss once they're in front of Cabin Ten. Wisely, her siblings inside, if they are watching, do not offer up the usual hoots and hollers. Goodbyes exchanged, promises made to spend time, and she's back inside, back against the door and smiling dreamily.

Only then does she realize she still has Gale's tie draped around her neck.