callipygos | holiday party post

Aphrodite's New York loft is done up to the nines.

The first good look as one enters is of twinkling Manhattan through the big windows, lights bright against a dark winter sky. The windows take up most of two walls; the rest of the space is largely empty, the star of the show a glowingly polished hardwood floor perfect for dancing.

There's a cluster of low-slung couches and chairs at one end of the room, velvet and leather and very inviting. They're situated by the fireplace, which lends them a cozy glow-- though it isn't cold anywhere in here, despite the windows.

Aphrodite is very proud of a few things about tonight:

1) The music, which spans a decent range of time periods and tempos, and will be playing for most of the evening.
2) The decorations, understated but quite lovely: softly glowing lights, silver and gold ribbons wound around columns and draped from the ceiling ... the occasional strategically placed bit of mistletoe.
3) Her dress.

And yes, darlings, there is a very well stocked bar and counter full of snacks.

That's what happens when you enlist the Three Graces to help you plan your shindigs.

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"Hoped you might." Cheerful, as he casually tucks his hands into his pockets. "How've you been? Besides gorgeous as ever."

She smiles.

"Having a lot of fun planning this party. I thought all these nice kids could use a little break from doom and gloom."

"You mean Tall Dark and Spooky spidering around the place a couple months ago?"

He pulls a face.

"Yeah. I'm out twenty bucks because of that jerk."

Aphrodite's eyebrows climb.

"You're ... what?"

"I gave him twenty bucks so he could get himself a sandwich," he says, with an eloquent shrug. "Guy looked like a toothpick."

He smiles.

"Think Andrew Jackson's face just short-circuited his brain, though."

She laughs.

"That," she says, "is about the funniest thing I've heard out of the whole debacle. I know Milliways is prone to disasters of all kinds, but some of those kids--"

She shakes her head.

"I know, right?" he says, as tragically as possible. "Sometimes I kinda just want to take away all the sharp sticks before they put their eye out."

Or, you know, hand over even more sharp sticks just for giggles. Same diff.

Edited 2012-12-03 04:04 (UTC)

"I felt so bad for them."

This only scratches the surface of what she really felt when she heard about the deranged god collecting trophies: a sick, too-close-to-home sensation of things just a few blocks down from what you may one day become--

But she's not that, tonight.

She's not anywhere close.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't stress. They all made it out okay."

He waves a hand, only a trifle dismissive.

"Even Han Solo in Chocolate Carbonite got chiseled out just fine."

Okay, now he's lost her.

"Did ...

Not the real Han Solo."

(Hey, he's got more of a religious following than she does, these days.

Jerk.)

"Nah, I haven't seen him around yet."

But whenever the day comes, he'll be there. Waiting. With the best Wookiee impression Milliways has ever seen.

"I didn't even get this guy's name, but apparently? The Loompas decided it'd be awesome to seal him up in a chocolate bar."

Aphrodite gives a delicate (and puzzled) shudder.

"I swear, sometimes, if it weren't for the Atlantean ..."

"I hear ya," he says, though his reaction's less a shudder and more a snort. "At least it ain't ever boring."

And you meet the most wonderful people.

"I'd drink to that," she says thoughtfully.

"Well..."

He tips his head toward the array of bottles and snacks, then offers a hand, smiling.

"Shall we?"

Aphrodite takes it, keeping hold of the rose with her free hand.

She'll find a nice safe place for it in a moment.

"Absolutely."

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