fandomtownies | 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 of ~~judging~~ watching the crowd.

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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She knew it, she knew he was going to kiss her, and she readied herself for it with a quick intake of air, her pulse beating fast and quick but as soon as he gave it, it was over and Amber blinked in confusion.

He was embarrassed to kiss her in public. He was afraid to let anyone see that he had kissed her? That... sort of hurt and at the same time she didn't want to stand for it. If he couldn't show it, then what the hell?

Frowning gently at his small smile, Amber reached up in an attempt to wrap her fingers around the base of his neck and pull him towards her and her mouth. Screw the public.

And that...Cal hadn't expected that; it was a pleasant surprise, though, his body suddenly leaping again, back into the tingling skin of a few moment ago, of the whole evening so far with the electricity that had been passing between their eyes. It now passed through their lips. His hands went to hers against his neck; they traveled down her arm a little, holding it there. He closed his eyes, also adding to all the things that were just holding that moment that he was sure, if he opened his eyes, he'd find everything around them spinning around that single focal point, the only point in the universe that mattered.

Pleased that he was receptive, Amber felt tension ease, and she relaxed into the kiss, feeling now everything that she had hoped for since the beginning of their date when they flirted with so many words and so many looks.

She parted her lips further in an attempt to deepen the kiss. She wouldn't kiss him for long, but she would kiss him so he knew without a doubt that she didn't care what anyone thought.

Cal found himself easily falling into the welcoming opening of Amber's lips, his own mouth drawing in more space and air before sliding his lips against hers, closing them together, slowly, deeply. His hands drifted to her shoulders, and then one dared to lift and rest against the nape of her neck as his head lead him further. Further, until he had to draw away, stolen of breath while his frog heart ribbited and hopped around his chest as if doped up on some seriously good shit. His forehead rested against hers, and he held her there, hand at her neck, trying to remember how to breath, but all he could think about was her, her kiss, her trailing hand up her leg back in the bedroom...

God, Cal hated parties.

"I guess," she breathed out slowly, her forehead against his, "that we should go and mingle before we forget that we're even here, because I'll tell you, the need to take your hand and drag you somewhere private is so strong right now..."

The boardwalk, Friday evening

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