xp_logs | Terry and Kyle

Terry and Kyle share a delicious moment at the Hellfire Gala. Literally, there's a bunch of food involved. Also flirting.

Terry had one of the tiny little plates from the buffet and had covered it almost entirely in bits of crostini, meat, and cheese with several olives thrown on top for variation in texture, colour, and flavour. "Oh, try this one," she said, having made a small, open-faced sandwich of sorts. She held it up for Kyle. "It's amazin'. But tell y'what I'd really like more of," she muttered. "Some o'those pastries stuffed with brie and raspberries... or that little teriyaki on a stick..."

"I mean, steak on a stick is pretty much my favorite reason to go to anything formal." Kyle took the bite of food from Terry, and popped it into his mouth. "Oh man, that's that ham from Spain I think. Which I am not gonna try to pronounce." He stole an olive from the plate, ate it and made the requisite ew face as the brine hit his taste buds. "Someday ima find an olive that I like, but super fancy Hellfire party olive is not it."

"There're millions of olives out there," Terry said, nodding sagely as though this was a very serious conversation indeed. "I'm sure you'll find the right one for you, love." Then she laughed, reaching for a flute of champagne from a passing server's tray. "Tell me if y'see anyone comin' round with the brie and raspberry bites, though. I'd like t'snag several, not just the polite one we're meant t'take." She sidled up a little closer to Kyle, still holding the plate so he could take what he wanted from it. "It's a lovely party, innit? Missin' some shenanigans, but I s'pose y'can't have everythin'."

Kyle fidgeted for just a moment with the sleeves of his jacket. He'd tried it on with an eye for mischief and then found that the dusty pink actually suited him, and the velvet was a little soothing to touch when the nature of the Hellfire Gala got too Hellfire for his tastes. "You mean like, Hellfire Club shenanigans, or like just... I dunno, some other kind I can't think of because you're really distracting in that dress." Then he remembered Terry's request, and made a point to straighten his back and look over the crowd. "I don't see brie, but I do see one of the like, secret doors the wait staff keep popping out of."

"Any type o' shenanigans," Terry answered, popping an olive into her mouth. She gave it a thoughtful chew, then reached out to tug gently at the patterned ends of his shirttails. "No' specifically the Hellfire kind, that's a bit much, innit? This's nice and the music's good. I'd like t'dance more."

"I mean that's a bit much for like, here, but." Kyle shrugged. "I might not be against it later?" He plucked another piece of ham from the plate, sliced so thin he could almost see through it and ate it straight from his fingers. "You know, depending on, stuff. Like dancing. Dancing would be rad. Wanna show a bunch of snooty people that the poor people can rock a good salsa?"

"Oooh," Terry half-cooed. "Sounds a treat." She raised her champagne flute to her lips, finishing the drink in one go while keeping eye contact with Kyle. “Aye, let's.” She sat her plate aside along with her empty glass, then reached for Kyle’s hand.