A Very Wartime Christmas
Who: Staff and Patrons of Le Passant Where: Le Passant When: Mid Evening on Christmas Eve What: Le Passant is having a party Summary: A night of drinking, food and enjoyment is interrupted in the most surprising of ways.
Le Passant always had a warm, inviting atmosphere, but tonight was particularly cheerful. A small four piece band had set up on the stage and were already warming up to play Christmas Music all through the night. For a fee of 20 Reichmarks (though it was waved for those patrons who were loyal but could not afford it in the entirity) a party was being thrown. Booze until dawn, food until the kitchen runs out, and they will be closed tomorrow. The room was decorated as best possible on a limited budget: tinsel, snowflakes and cranberries are strung all around the walls. And, of course, there was mistle toe hung upon the interior door from the front foyer/coat room to the actual bar.
Genevieve was dressed to impress tonight. A gown of deep almost-blood red skimmed the length of her slender body. She's lofted a touch taller than her usual self in a sleek pair of black, strappy heels. The heat has actually been turned up inside so she didn't need to wear a jacket. Her pale, slender arms were long and free, lending a touch of sensual grace to her form. She had kept herself busy setting up all the tables around the edges of the dance floor when Jacques crept up behind her and scooped her off onto the empty wooden floor.
Gene laughed to herself, leaning into her old friend's arms as he took her about a slow stroll to a quiet warm up Christmas carol the band was playing. From the sight of the entire bar, one might have never known a war was on. The couple on the dance floor looked breathtakingly elegant -- he in a sleek black tux and she in curving, flowing red. They danced smooth and close, waiting for the crowd to trickle in but also enjoying each other's company for just a few moments.