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Entry tags:
- @boardwalk,
- aljan,
- amber atkins,
- angela montenegro,
- annja creed-nast,
- brooke davis,
- buffy summers,
- cal stephanides,
- christopher halliwell,
- chuck bass,
- cindy mackenzie,
- claire fisher,
- dick grayson,
- dor,
- ella of frell,
- firekeeper,
- fiyero,
- francine peters,
- hannibal king,
- helen haras-uquara,
- hoshi sato,
- hurley reyes,
- hyuuga hinata,
- ino yamanaka,
- jennifer scotts,
- joan girardi,
- john sheppard,
- johnny storm,
- lee adama,
- liir thropp,
- lucas scott,
- marco conrad,
- naomi wildman,
- ned,
- penelope wilhern,
- peter petrelli,
- robin the frog,
- rodney mckay,
- sam winchester,
- savannah levine,
- sean nast,
- summer roberts,
- tony foster,
- turtle wexler,
- viki
The boardwalk, Friday evening
Blair didn't have ice to work with this time, but she tried to do what she could with the location she had. Luckily the beach was pretty. Besides, too much gold in the decorations tended to cross the line into tacky.
So she kept the decorations to twinkling gold lights and candles. Most of the linens were a crisp white, with golden napkins and table runners to provide pops of color.
The bulk of the gold went into the food. There were brandied apricots, lemon and chocolate cheesecakes, mango sorbets, small cups of saffron vanilla pudding, miniature stuffed yellow peppers, and any number of foods that followed the theme, along with the pies that Ned had made.
Drinks were mixed, but naturally included Goldschläger, as well as coffee and cocoa decorated with tiny gold letters which said things like "Fandom" or "Goodbye Summer."
Blair had staked out a prime table with a view of the water. She sipped at a passionfruit martini, listened to the music coming out of the various speakers she'd had set up, and looked forward to a night ofjudging watching the crowd.
She was also going to make sure nobody served those skunks. Clearly they didn't know how to hold their liquor.
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So she kept the decorations to twinkling gold lights and candles. Most of the linens were a crisp white, with golden napkins and table runners to provide pops of color.
The bulk of the gold went into the food. There were brandied apricots, lemon and chocolate cheesecakes, mango sorbets, small cups of saffron vanilla pudding, miniature stuffed yellow peppers, and any number of foods that followed the theme, along with the pies that Ned had made.
Drinks were mixed, but naturally included Goldschläger, as well as coffee and cocoa decorated with tiny gold letters which said things like "Fandom" or "Goodbye Summer."
Blair had staked out a prime table with a view of the water. She sipped at a passionfruit martini, listened to the music coming out of the various speakers she'd had set up, and looked forward to a night of
She was also going to make sure nobody served those skunks. Clearly they didn't know how to hold their liquor.
[ooc: OCD up! Party down!]
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"Is there anything I can do?"
Bringing it up again wasn't anything he wanted to do but best to check.
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"I think," he said after a moment, looking at her, "that she gave you certain things. Just as mine gave me certain things. But your fate is not decided by where you came from. I know that."
He leaned a little closer.
"You have..." and this was so deeply personal, so important to him that he couldn't even give it solemnity, "an Amberness that is all your own. And sometimes it's hard to define, hard to see, I'm sure. But I know it's there. And it's not anyone's pale reflection. It's you."
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"People can be so cruel..." she whispered. "It's hard to remember that I'm my own person when people are cruel."
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"It doesn't have anything to do with you."
After all, there had to be some sort of flipside to believing that nice people being nice didn't reflect on you.
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She needed to forget about what happened earlier.
"Tell me you're having a good time tonight? At least?"
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A bit of flattery, but not entirely untrue. He did like her. He'd been having a relatively nice evening previously, after all.
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"Well, I wasn't exactly me when I greeted you and I'm sorry for that."
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He smiled at her.
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"Only you, Liir, only you."
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"If you say so, Amber."
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"No eye rolling."
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"No rum for me," he told her, straightening. "I'm only being a fool to get a grin from you."
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A beat.
"Thank you."
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She was a friend. That is what one does with a friend, isn't it?
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"No, nothing. I'm just... very much glad I did the right thing. To make you feel better. That's all."
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That it was to make them feel better was even more lovely.
"Thank you, Amber. I'll try and keep that in mind."
He looked a bit better.
"Other than someone being an ingrate, are you having a good time tonight?"
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