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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There's a small grin at that.

"Maybe, but I still didn't recognize some of the things on that table."

Cheese isn't quite as big a thing where Asami is from, though it has its fans.

"Oh yeah? Did you back away slowly or taste the adventure?"

"I- didn't get past the drinks," she admits.

"Backed away slowly," he says with a nod. "Not that I'm judging, because I get it. I do. Eating something off at the beginning of a party? Is no way to spend the middle and end of a party."

It's fair enough, but she answers -

"Maybe I'm just choosing my adventures a little more carefully tonight."

"Yup, that's totally me," he says holding his hand out to trace at the words on the imaginary Marquee before them.

"Michaelangelo: More Trustworthy Than A Buffet Table At Aphrodite's House. I should totally get that printed on business cards, or at very least made into some sort of certificate suitable for framing."

"Or I'm willing to take the risk for a camera."

Everyone needs their priorities.

His hand stays extended as they walk, and his eyes fall closed.

"Shhh. Let me have my moment of awesome."

"All right, but I'll need you to help me find this thing."

He seems to know the place better than she does, after all.

He turns towards her and smirks.

"There are worse things than being a means to an end," he says chuckling.

It took some doing but they finally weave their way through the other party guests and arrive at the door to the kitchen. Mike pushes open the door and holds it for Asami.

"After you, Madam."

"You know what we're looking for," she protests, albeit while smiling, as she walks through the door. "I just..."

This tapers off, as she takes in all the appliances with plugs and shiny glowing digital clocks.

"I know right?" says Mike in equal awe...though for entirely different reasons.

Mike has kitchen envy.
Bad.
Right now.

"It's just...so beautiful. And clean. And beautiful...and...That is the prettiest espresso machine I have EVER seen."

"I - don't even know what that is."

But she'd probably agree, if she didn't find the microwave so distracting at the moment.

"Well it's not a big truck," he says taking a step closer to the espresso maker. "It's a series of tubes that makes some of the most amazing coffee the world has ever...known."

Here's the point where Mike looks up and over at what has Asami so distracted.

"Would I be right in assuming they don't have microwaves where you're from either?"

Her world will likely get them at some point!

There's only a second of hesitation before she presses the button that makes the door pop out.

"Does it...cook?"

She's not sure how, but it is in a kitchen.

He hops up to sit on the counter next to the microwave.

"Yup, all kinds of things that aren't metal, bread, or bread-like. And really fast too. Stuff is usually done in five minutes or less."

"Must save a lot of time."

Though it can be said Asami spends much of her time cooking.

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