#sorrisodinner

[cleopatrathesecretary]

"I say ... /bloodless/, but still pleasant," he said out loud, holding an empty glass that had never been filled. ((voiceofthebluffs))

Cleo arched a brow, taking a sip from her own glass that was filled with champagne. “Yes, the lack of blood is strange, but who are we to question the tastes of our host for the evening?”voiceofthebluffs

[voiceofthebluffs]

What a lovely party.

Kevin looked around. There was a noticeable and ... Honestly ? Rather disappointing lack of blood on the walls. A bloodless party in Desert Bluffs. That was rather new. Hopefully his own outfit brought hints of the wonderful red that he felt was missing - along with other, wonderful colours. He adjusted his tinted glasses. 

He had asked Vanessa if she wanted to come with him to the party, that sounded - and would definitely be, he thought distractedly as he looked at the guests that kept arriving -  exciting and definitely worth attending. She had said yes, but as it turned out, she could not come. He laughed quietly. Typical Vanessa.

[cleopatrathesecretary]

//Okay if anyone was curious about what Cleo’s wearing to the Sorriso Dinner it is this suit-like outfit here more the last three photos to be exact ehehe 

//Doesn’t it just scream Cleo though?? <3

[nightvalelibrary]

Eve wasn’t particularly fond of social gatherings.

The last time she attended a dinner in Desert Bluffs, she almost ended up volunteering for reeducation. Then there was the garden party which turned into disaster as something from another dimension attacked the guests. 

But she felt as if she had an obligation as a sort of public official, being one of the head librarians, to attend parties of this sort. 

Luckily she had the dress Basma had made for her, which helped her confidence a little. She smoothed out the blue dress and adjusted the bow in the back before stepping into the ballroom.

No blood, she thought. Thank goodness. She didn’t know if she would be able to stomach that. Overall it seemed very nice, she thought as she wandered around, looking for any familiar faces.

[surrounded-by-smiling-corpses]

Chiara weaves through the crowd, champagne flute in hand. "Excuse me," she says, sidling over to Aditya. "Do you have the time?"

The younger deity was minding his own business a bit and just enjoying the surroundings when someone came over to him. It took him by surprise that someone actually approached him out of their own initiative, and it almost made him suspect that he was in trouble for something. Because truth be told; when wasn’t he?

Luckily for him, this being just asked him a question and nothing more. 

‘Ah, yes. It’s 9 pm’ he answers after a brief glance at his pocket watch, looking back at Chiara with a slight smile. 

[yourgreatwarmth-blog]

He entered the room where the other people were. Including Savio, he supposed. He spotted them soon enough, walking up to them when he was sure he wouldn't be interrupting anything. 'Mx Sorriso, I just wanted to, um, give you those.' Aditya says, just a little insecure as he offered them the bouqet of mixed flowers. A slight blush was mostly hidden by his dark skin, hoping that Savio would like the little gift. {~ Surrounded-by-smiling-corpses}

They were busying themself with stuffing an appetizer in their mouth when Aditya greets them, and when they turn to the bouquet, a flush of red surfaces to their cheeks. They dare not open their mouth to say anything, pointing to their lips instead in the hopes he might understand.

Instead they made a grateful noise, taking the bouquet with one hand, and smiling through food-stuffed cheeks. Once they swallowed their food, they lick away at their teeth behind closed teeth, and finally speak, “Thank you, Aditya! These are lovely, oh my goodness- !”

[yourgreatwarmth-blog]

“Seems like the dinner’s going well enough so far,” they muse with a faint hum trailing on the end of their sentence, and sipping at their water.

[yourgreatwarmth-blog]

Last Party | #sorrisodinner

White, silk curtains billow delicately from ceiling to floor along the long windows of the ballroom, lights dancing across surfaces as their air moves through the glowing chandeliers, light reflecting off their glass edges. The band arrives at 4 o'clock on the dot, both part of the guest list, and to play live music sometime after the main course.

For the time being, there's a DJ playing Electric Swing, and Classics with a modern pop twist to welcome the guests who might arrive earlier; Savio never did specify a time, only that it would be a dinner party, and left it to the discretion of Guests when they'd like to arrive.

On the North end of the room, there was a stage put together specifically for them to play, and for announcements to be made through the microphone in the center. The room is white, cleaned of the usual blood stains that are usually decorated here and there, and gold leaves are plastered to the walls near borders where iridescent marble lines the edges of the wall and floor. On the south end of the room by the entrance is a buffet table lined with small appetizers rich with spices and herbs under their gold domed platters, the cloth beneath a deep plum with gold accents in the threading.

They can hear the guests congregating, car doors slamming, prompting the DJ to turn up the music, and Savio decides then to take last minute touch-ups to their make-up before throwing on their pauldron and cape. Mariposa and Charalampos would be arriving later in the evening; there was , of course, the question of whether or not to go ahead with the party plans despite the recent events, and Savio decided, yes, to go on ahead. They couldn’t stand being home most of the time these days. Their late husband was never loud, but sometimes they’d be caught up in the delusion that perhaps he was just quietly working away in his home-office, but when they’d open the door, well... They’d find the mess they left in there the last time they found the room empty.

As the doors are finally open, Savio waits for the crowd to pile in, small as it may be for the moment, knowing that as the evening went on, more may arrive. This is why you put a time for guests to arrive on the invitation, Savio, they reprimand themself internally, and make their way to the stage, standing before the microphone. What is time anyway? They shrug their shoulders.

“Good evening everyone,” Savio begins, and the music dims, “It’s my pleasure to welcome you to the dinner party today; I’m Savio Sorriso, your host, and as some of you may know, today is just a celebration of community, togetherness, and the idea that despite our hurtling millions and millions of miles per hour on a tiny rock through the dark unknown, we are here! As good a reason as any for a get-together, I think!” A curt giggle leaves them, and they continue, “As mentioned on the invitation, of course, every recipient is allowed a plus one, and if you see someone you don’t like, leave those issues out the door. Anyone found to break this rule, well- Let’s not be a party-pooper, aye?

“We’ll be serving the main course at 5, and after dinner, there will be lice music. At the end of the night, we’ll be having a raffle for a few prizes, sponsored by Our Little Local Cafe in Pine Cliffs! Thank you for taking some time today to come out, and celebrate with us today, eat up as you so please, and I hope the evening is kind to us all!”

The music returns, and Savio leaves the stage to greet the guests with a smile. The show must go on.