[MINGLE] Harvest Feast 🍂

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: 6I Inn
WHEN: 10 November, all day
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE POST
NOTE: Details can be found here.

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In the wee hours of November 10th, before even the earliest risers have roused themselves for another day, items begin to appear in the front room of the Inn. Decorations first — Boughs of autumn leaves in their reds and golds, wreaths of dried flowers and silken ribbon, flickering candles among the goards and berries and acorns. The food arrives next, the decadent aroma slipping up the Inn stairs to tempt those lingering in bed — Every imaginable harvest time delicacy, from roast turkey and ham to smoked salmon and oysters; fresh, soft bread warm from the oven to plum pudding and ice cream. And did we mention pie?

Once again, it's time for a feast. The bar is stocked, the coffee is brewed and the tables are groaning with food. Indulge, there's more than enough for everyone — That is, if you don't lose your appetite worrying about what it will all cost.

Comments

[onlyeverdoubted]

"It just sounded more dignified than petty larceny, but you probably could. You're stealing from a pilot. Close enough, right?" Bodhi shifts a bit closer, apparently subconsciously trying to find a way into Jude's lap, and settles a hand on Jude's knee for just a moment as he winks. It's not the first time he's gotten comfortable enough to actually flirt, but it's probably the most direct attempt to date.

[theintercessor]

Both of his reactions let him drop his gaze, but while one has him do it with a smile and indirect roll of his eyes, the other is why those eyes settle in the other corner and briefly survey the room. The bubble they seem to create in one another's orbit is a lot of things, and Bodhi seems to thrive in it, but it doesn't make them invisible.

Coast determined clear, Jude lets his hand brush over Bodhi's at his knee, on its way to pick up another scrap from his plate. His gaze draws back, and he keeps up the smile. "I'm not really worried about dignity."

Having to defend Bodhi's with his own hands--maybe, a bit.

[onlyeverdoubted]

Bodhi catches that. It doesn't bother him. Jude can prefer whatever level of secrecy he likes. Just something to remember later, which is potentially a little bit of a pain. He's usually alright at remembering new things--it's old memories that have gone cracked and cloudy--but he's not perfect. Especially when he has a few drinks in him and a handsome face to deal with. Well, he'll just have to make it work.

"Fine, petty larceny it is," he says archly. And, since Jude's stealing off his plate, he helps himself to another sip of the spicy liquor, whatever that is. Besides pretty tasty.