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milliways_bar2017-02-25 06:44 am
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Milli-timed to Tuesday the 28th - New Orleans Mardi Gras
The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.
But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.
Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -
"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"
Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...
(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)
But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.
Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -
"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"
Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...
(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)
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Giovanni watches him without shame, then turns to the food on offer.
"Pancakes?"
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Which the stall-holder is all too happy to offer, looking mildly pole-axed
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Giovanni grins at him.
"And I shall have the same."
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Sin gently draws Giovanni away from the crowd to a semi secluded corner where they can sit and enjoy their food.
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He's more than willing to be drawn.
"And in a decadent city. It reminds me of the Carnival."
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Most of Giovanni's attention is on Sinric, only sparing enough for his food to eat and enjoy it.
"Venice, born and bred. My father was a merchant there."
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He rests the hand not currently currently chasing chocolate with slithers of strawberry on Giovanni's thigh. Casually.
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In response, Giovanni casually shifts a little closer.
"It's a city of canals, as it was built on marshland, and tall buildings. The lowest floor tends to sink into the earth, so we live in the upper ones."
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"Once a year, before Lent", Giovanni tells him, a glance flickering down at Sin's hand before he lifts his own to brush against it. "The Church doesn't like it, they call it licentious and sinful, but it's been our tradition for many centuries."
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"In mine, also." There's something less happy hiding behind his smile for just a moment, but then it's gone. "But all's well that ends well."
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He brushes a hand over Sinric's hair in almost-apology for darkening the mood and explains simply, "They would have killed my sister and her lover. But they escaped and are safe now... somewhere."
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"And my mother, who went with them. But if Casanova - my sister's love - was known to have left, he would have been pursued. So he went, and by my own choice I stayed to take up his name. I'm not unhappy with the choice, but... yes, I miss them."
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"Francesca is my twin", he adds. "We hadn't been apart a day before." Then he considers the question. "I think... I don't act a role, in Venice. I think I'm more myself than I was before, even bearing a different name. Casanova left me his freedom. And on this wild night far from home, I desire... new experiences."
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He tips his head back deliberately, exposing more of his throat to Sin's ministrations.
"I don't know... yet. Surprise me. But... I want to be honest, in case we meet again. I have a wife, but she and I have a perfect agreement."
They both get to have their fun wherever they find it, and from time to time they compare notes.
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He's torn between offering Giovanni a unique experience by reveling himself for what he is, and enjoying being mistaken for a woman. There's a freedom in not being other for once. A simplicity he craves.
"Have you ever taken someone, as a man takes another man? From behind." He asks softly, carefully.
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"She won't", he murmurs, "even if she were here. Victoria enjoys her sensual pleasures as much as I do, and the arrangement suits us." Her father is probably the only man in Venice who doesn't know about the arrangement, mostly because he doesn't want to. He turns his head a little to look at Sin. "...you know, I never have."
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Giovanni eats the last bite of his pancake, purposefully slowly, letting his throat shift under Sin's mouth.
"Then shall we find somewhere a little more comfortable?"
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