Daphne Green-Everly (elocutionist) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-02-06 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 020, avram, chase, damon, daphne, evie, jack, jim, juno, kate, kiley, lennon, madison, marco, oliver, pam, tobias, willow |
Who: party attendees! minithread your hearts out!
When: 7:30 on
Where: Billiards room
Of all times, Chase had picked the day of the party to punch in his painfully dusty v-card. What a little bitch. Daphne had watched for as long as she could possibly justify, and then she'd had to grudgingly go begin her day of cooking for the party. She'd felt pissy about it for a good twenty minutes, but she'd cheered up quickly enough. If something was worth doing, it was worth doing right. Or perhaps overdoing. Either way, Daphne clearly liked the idea of showing off. And in between the never-ending marathon of cooking and baking, she'd ducked into the dining room to help out those who didn't have appropriate attire for the festivities.
The billiard room was big enough to accommodate the party, with minimal work needed on Daphne's part to prepare the space. On the bar top she set out the selection of hors d'oeuvres she had prepared: deviled eggs, bacon-wrapped watcher chestnuts, fondue savoyarde with a variety of breads, tarte flambée with bacon and mushrooms, gougères, and the typical cheese and cracker plates. Not far away was a long coffee table surrounded by the sofa and several comfortable chairs. Here, Daphne set out her main courses and sides. Bouillabaisse, salade nicoise, ratatouille, boeuf bourguignon, gratin dauphinois, and a platter of mini quiche lorraines. It was a spread Daphne could be quite proud of, and considering half (okay, most of) the reason she'd put this thing together was to show off and endear herself to the group, she was satisfied in her work. The remaining portion of the reason was dedicated to blowing Jack's goddamn mind. As a finishing touch, she'd written out little cards in front of each dish to describe its ingredients (mainly for the two morons who couldn't decide whether or not they were keeping Kosher), and even a suggested wine pairing. Because not everyone had grown up with a personal French chef. Some people needed to be educated about good taste.
Near the bar she had set up a tray with plates, bowls and silverware. On the second coffee table, Daphne set out her desserts - apple tarts, miniature chocolate souffles, and dark chocolate mousse with raspberry puree. After a thought of Jack, eat your heart out, she'd had just enough time to duck into the public bathroom to put the finishing touches on her make-up, slip into her dress, and hurry back into the billiards room. She was uncorking a bottle of wine older than she was by the time people began to trickle in.
It was going to be a good night.