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

[annieisntokay]

"Uhm..." Oh gods. Just look at him. He was handsome and earnest and she'd seemed to have really upset him, with her assumptions and fears. And here he was... But if this was a joke...

It wasn't. He'd promised. And she liked him. A lot. She'd had a crush on him since she could remember, and now...

She pries her hand off of her thigh and places it on top of his. "Yes. I do. I really do."

[findthisdistracting]

--The way his face lights up should be answer enough, there, and he's just kind of beaming, before he squeezes her hand.

"I -- uh. That's great," he says, at a bit of a loss for words. Okay. No. He was going to play it cool. This was totally normal, having the girl you've been dreaming about for months finally say yes, right? He didn't need to act like an idiot.

"And hey, look, we picked an appropriate day and everything."

[annieisntokay]

"We did," she says with a soft smile, squeezing his hand back. "But that puts a lot of pressure on us both. I mean, if we make it to next year. Or any time after that. Or-" she stops.

"I'm going to stop talking. Right now."

[findthisdistracting]

"I'm an Aphrodite kid, there's probably pressure on me anyway," he replies with a slightly doofy grin. --And it's a good thing Annie stopped talking, because she's getting a rather thorough kiss.

[annieisntokay]

This lack of talking is actually pretty good. Because kisses. Lots of kisses. Warm happy, Finnick kisses. And those, ladies and gents, were the best kind of kisses.