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Aphrodite Dionaea ([personal profile] callipygos) wrote2012-12-01 06:44 pm

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.
ikissdhimbck: (Looking down Bashful Don't know what to)

Re: Lounging

[personal profile] ikissdhimbck 2013-01-13 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Surprised, she looks between the hand on her shoulder and the body suddenly pressed against her.

"Tommy."

Her voice is half-scolding, half-amused. She pokes his side, and shakes her head, glancing around the room before returning to the window.

(She doesn't pull away.)

"Thank you. Not jus' for bringin' me here, but for bringin' me t'your New York."
gavin62truck: (casual)

Re: Lounging

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2013-01-14 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
What? As far as he's concerned, an arm around her shoulders is far more casual than if he'd held her around her waist. This is him being discreet.

He glances down at her, at her eyes, at her lips, the way her hair frames her face, and he glances away again to take another sip of his drink.

"You're welcome."

He gives her a light squeeze.

Thanks for coming with me. Thanks for being with me. Thanks for putting up with me.
ikissdhimbck: (This skin I'm in)

Re: Lounging

[personal profile] ikissdhimbck 2013-01-14 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
She lets the moment linger, despite whether or not it's discreet.

(It's not.)

"All right," she sighs, finally pulling away from him. "I'm gonna dance off somma these nerves. Try not t'pick a fight with John? An' try not t'get too melancholy."

She squeezes his hand, and — quick as a flash — gives him a peck on the cheek.

"I mean t'abscond with you when the shindig's over."
gavin62truck: (not lying)

Re: Lounging

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2013-01-14 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I won't. And I ain't gonna pick a fight with anybody," he insists, as his arm slips from her shoulders, his palm pausing at the small of her back for but a second.

Abscond? What does abscond mean?

"'Kay." He smiles anyway as his cheek warms with the brief kiss. "Don't you get too melancholy either, alright?"
ikissdhimbck: (Cowboy Kate smirk)

Re: Lounging

[personal profile] ikissdhimbck 2013-01-14 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
She grins at him, and this time it's sincere, reaching all the way to her eyes.

"Sugar, jus' you mind my tailfeathers on the dance floor. They'll be shakin'."

It's hard to be sad when you're dancing.
gavin62truck: (bemused)

Re: Lounging

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2013-01-14 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Her warm grin is infectious, and it does a lot to lighten his spirits.

"In that dress, honey, you bet I'll be minding your tailfeathers."

It's hard to be sad when she looks as good as she does right now.

"Go on, then. Have your fun."
ikissdhimbck: (Cowboy Kate smirk)

Re: Lounging

[personal profile] ikissdhimbck 2013-01-14 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Her smile is brilliant.

She hesitates just a single moment more, searching out his eyes. Nothing more needs to be said; he knows she's near if he needs her.


She winks, and turns, making her way to the dance floor.