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Cara Clark (warandbeauty) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-11-11 16:56:00

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changing woman, coyote, freyja, raijin, raven

It's Gumbo Night!
Who: Cara, Shae, Ren, Kami, Jack
What: It's Gumbo Night in #907, and Shae's invited a few of the neighbors to dinner. ~~Well, Ren invited himself...~~
Where: Room #907
When: November 11, beginning around 7:00ish
Warnings: So far, just spicy gumbo.

Cara had taken great pains to ensure she would be at her best when meeting he new neighbors. After seemingly hours of preparation -- of trying on and discarding outfits, of sifting through her jewelry, of styling her hair. At last, she felt that her appearance was perfect: she didn't look too east coast (she hoped), nor too rich (it wouldn't do to get robbed), nor too slutty (nor like a prude)...

Cara's dark hair had been styled in loose ringlets, then pulled behind her head with a pair of silver and pearl hair pins. Beneath the knot, her unpinned hair spilled out like a black, wavy river down to the middle of her back. An emerald dress clung to her curves. The shallow boat scoop neck and cap sleeves gave the knee-length dress a sophisticated, demure look, although the deep V-neck and flowing skirt suggested the dress was meant for more casual gatherings. A pair of low-cut heels added a mere half-inch to her height. To complete her look, Cara had added a pair of simple pearl earrings and a simple, silver watch on her wrist.

And a glance at her watch revealed that the time had slipped away from her. It was already 6:50, and that meant she had better hurry. She scooped up her purse and the bottle of German Spatlese and headed for the door.

A moment later, Cara Clark stook outside of room #907 with her hand on the door. She may not know what "gumbo night" was meant to entail, but she knew one thing: she was going to look her very best. After all, you only had one chance to make a first impression...

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in_the_wings
2010-11-14 07:05 pm UTC (link)

Shae had spent decidedly less time on his appearance than his image-conscious new neighbor. An old workshirt with the sleeves partially rolled, jeans that had definitely seen better days, bare feet. This was a day off for him- he had no intention of wasting precious cooking time on prettying himself up. Not that he didn't want to make a good impression, but....well, hell, he was giving out free food. How much better an impression could you make?

The pot on the stove had been simmering for most of the day, and the sumptuous aroma permeated the air of the apartment as he finished deveining the shrimp on his cutting board. It almost, almost smelled like home, with the mouth-watering scent of his Maman's special recipes filling every nook and cranny of the house, overpowering the smell of must and old age and-

Shae blinked at the gentle rapping sound that invaded his thoughts, then glanced at the clock to make sure he wasn't imagining things. Seven o'clock already? Day was already gone. He paused for a moment, knife in hand as he answered the knock loudly enough for his visitor to hear through the door.

"Come in!" He maneuvered a few stray bangs behind his ear as best he could with the heel of his hand and smiled at the attractive woman that appeared in his doorway. "Leave 'dat open, ma cher. Case somebody else pass by." His eyes swept over her in brief appraisal, and he was obviously pleased at what he saw; seemed like the people in this building just kept getting prettier.

The gumbo was nearly ready, and he scooped up a handful of shrimp and deposited them in the pot before looking over at her, the grin never leaving his face. "You lahk shrimp, yeah?"

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warandbeauty
2010-11-14 07:46 pm UTC (link)

Cara could smell the aroma of their dinner as she opened the door. It was a spicy scent, but it smelled quite good. She glanced around the apartment, briefly, until she found her host, and she shot him a broad, friendly smile...which almost immediately slipped.

For a moment, it had crossed her mind that she had stepped into the wrong apartment. The man in the kitchen looked no more ready to host an event than...well...than his apartment looked to do the same. But, then, the man in the kitchen went on speaking, and Cara had no doubts that she was in the right apartment...

...If maybe a little over-dressed. Well, she decided as her smile returned, it was better to stand out in a crowd as a beautiful and confident woman than a lazy slob.

"I love shrimp," she answered as she strode purposefully into the room. If the scent of the gumbo had been apparent at the door, it was overwhelming in the kitchen. Here, she could feel the spices tickling her nose and threatening to make her sneeze. After a moment, she quelled the urge, and her smile returned in full force.

"I'm Cara Clark," she began, as if it probably weren't obvious. She extended the bottle of wine towards Shae. "I've brought a bottle of Spatlese. I think it should go well with a spicy gumbo." That was what the clerk at the store had told her, anyway, and she certainly hoped it would. It was a sweeter wine, and the lighter taste would allow for the full flavor of the gumbo to come out. "Where would you like me to put it?"