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

Entry tags:

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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the_calm_before
2011-02-04 07:39 am UTC (link)

Ren felt a little out of place now. He sat back on the couch cause Kami wouldn't take her seat back from him and fell back into his old habit of observing people. He watched their expressions and how their facial movements changed. His attention would moved to others as they spoke, and it almost looked like he was listening.

He wasn't actually being ignored, but there seemed to be an atmospheric change. He smiled a little at Jack and nodded that he was doing fine now. He looked over at Cara and blinked at the dismay on her face. He looked around trying to find the source before he perceived it must be from him. "Ah," He raised up his hands and waved them in a manner to let her know not to worry. "I'm fine. Really. It's no problem. Are you alright?"

Suddenly the sound of a glass bottle being placed on a wooden surface woke him from his trance-like state and he looked over at Shae, blinking at the other man with a bit of a confused look. He had brought him another bottle of the Louisianan beer that he had bought in an attempt to impress the bounty hunter. He was glad he had done it, but he wondered about his own reasons for it. Maybe it was so that Shae would like him as a friend and to make up for his awkwardness.

"Thanks." It had taken him a little too long to string together exactly what the other man had said. He was suddenly feeling a little slow and the accent was feeling a little more difficult to translate. Too much to drink? He popped the beer cap anyways. "If you say so." The taste of barley and malt rushed down his throat. It was good but he was still hungry...something sweet would make it better. He reached out and to grab one of Kami's pecan bars and realized that there was another hand trying to take it. He blink and looked up to see that the hand belong to Shae.

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whiskey_jack
2011-02-11 09:55 pm UTC (link)

The sound of Shae's hand connecting with Kami's backside drew Jack's attention away from Cara, and it was all he could do to keep from snorting with laughter. She'd asked for it, no doubt about it -- but he wasn't going to be the one to let her know that. Damned if he was going to ruin whatever had her in such a good mood!

And that something was almost certainly the gumbo. He felt his stomach growl in annoyance at only being subjected to booze and McDonalds the last few days. The gumbo smelled so fucking good. Before he could sit and dive into the heaping bowl he'd gotten himself, Shae shoved his guitar at him. Jack caught the look in his old friend's eyes and the tone in his voice -- he'd seen it many times before. Best to do as Shae requested. No matter how fun it might have been to see how far he could push the bounty hunter.

"That's right. Good music, good food, good beer, good company," Jack announced as he sat back down on the couch. Cradling the guitar on his lap, he picked up his gumbo and finally took a bite. "OHMHGWD," he gushed around the big mouthful, bringing his hand up. He swallowed and stared at Shae as if he wanted to kiss him. "Now THIS," he nodded, retrieving the Abita, "is fuel for music. Shae, buddy, you done your Mamon proud."

Taking a deep pull off the beer, Jack pulled the pick out from the strings on the head of his guitar and checked the tuning. Then with a grin only Jack could make, wicked and wild, he launched into a traditional two-step and began to sing. The upbeat tempo and Jack's warm crooner's-tenor rang merrily through Shae's apartment.

Only those who understood French and could cut through the nasal, mush-mouthed Cajun-isms would have known Jack was singing one of the more suggestive songs in his repertoire.

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sugar_cycle
2011-02-12 07:48 pm UTC (link)

A mere few lines into the song, Kami reappeared and the smile on her face flickered with wicked mischief. The blush from Shae's manhandling had faded and she carried the promised bowl for Cara in her hands. "Are you sure that's okay to be singing in mixed company, Jack?" she teased. At his raised eyebrow of surprise, she giggled. "You're absolutely murdering the French language but I'm picking up enough of those special words."

Turning to Cara, she presented the half-filled bowl with a little curtsy, a teasing dip made all the more playful by the way Kami's eyes shone. Easily distracted from her momentary loss of dignity at Shae's hand, that was it. She clearly loved the new relaxed feel of the gathering and being able to help feed the newest resident was just whipped topping on the cake. "Better luck with this bowl, Cara," she said with a wink. "If you have to throw it again, try and get one of the boys."

Then she straightened and took a quick, dancing step away from the chairs to a bit of clear floor space. Extending her hands, Kami grinned. "Alright," she half-laughed. "There is some really good music and I'm not dancing to it. There's something wrong with this picture." Directing expectant looks first at Ren and then at Shae, she turned her hands upwards as if offering herself. "One of you gentleman is going to have to do the honors."

She looked like she meant it, too - no idle threat there.

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