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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2024-10-23 05:24 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2024-10-23 05:24 am
Frontenac Suite; Wednesday Evening [10/23].
The suite that Summer and Stark had been given had boasted being "spacious and perfect for entertaining," and so now Summer was putting that claim to the test with her traditional School Trip Wednesday Night Room Party. Texts had been sent out to remind people of the party or to inform them if it was their first trip (with a caveat that if you were underage, Gladio Amicitia will kick you out, but that was mostly just a formality because, here in Quebec, the drinking age was 18, and she was pretty sure even their youngest students were at least that age now, but, either way, she was covering her bases for resposible chaperone behavior!), and then a good portion of her day was spent getting the jello shots ready, setting up snacks, getting other alternate drinks, and then utilizing this 'perfect for entertaining' space to its full advantage.
And, of course, all the shots were locally inspired and, when possible, locally sourced. You had
Maple Bourbon Cider, Maple Almond, a little French Martini, Honeysuckle Mimosas enchanced with local honeysuckle berries, an Ultimate Caeser, some flag representation, and, of course, the poutine jello shot.
(For which, oddly enough!, there were no recipes to link. Rude!)
The cooler was also filled with bottles of water, Canada Dry, and Puppers and other local brews, and there was a good selection of other booze if you wanted to mix your own drink (especially if you were pouring some of that Gus N Bru).
And the snacks? Of course you have your ketchup chips and all-dressed and dill picklers, and other varieties of moddable party food, but you really don't want to miss the poutine punchbowl.
So come on in! It was Wednesday night! There was a playlist pumping that had only Canadian artists on it (with an emphasis on ones from Quebec, but not exclusively because come on). Time for a mid-week classic room party!
[[ open party is open and flying OCD-free! Swing by, enjoy the party and free booze and snacks and please don't mind if I disappear due to being eaten by work! ]]
And, of course, all the shots were locally inspired and, when possible, locally sourced. You had
Maple Bourbon Cider, Maple Almond, a little French Martini, Honeysuckle Mimosas enchanced with local honeysuckle berries, an Ultimate Caeser, some flag representation, and, of course, the poutine jello shot.
(For which, oddly enough!, there were no recipes to link. Rude!)
The cooler was also filled with bottles of water, Canada Dry, and Puppers and other local brews, and there was a good selection of other booze if you wanted to mix your own drink (especially if you were pouring some of that Gus N Bru).
And the snacks? Of course you have your ketchup chips and all-dressed and dill picklers, and other varieties of moddable party food, but you really don't want to miss the poutine punchbowl.
So come on in! It was Wednesday night! There was a playlist pumping that had only Canadian artists on it (with an emphasis on ones from Quebec, but not exclusively because come on). Time for a mid-week classic room party!
[[ open party is open and flying OCD-free! Swing by, enjoy the party and free booze and snacks and please don't mind if I disappear due to being eaten by work! ]]
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She was starting to feel like she was a little underdressed for her own shindig over here, until she remembered it was a goddamn hotel room party, not a Stark Towerlette soirre or a Creepy Mansion gala. She was fiiine, Liliana was just....Liliana.
"I'm so glad you guys could make it!!"
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"Thank you for hosting again, Summer," Liliana said with a curving smile, hand falling from Ignis' face where it had somehow managed to find itself in the jaunt down the hall. "Tell me, darling, do you start coming up with..." she glanced at Ignis and that curving smile grew even moreso "...jello shot recipehs before we leave the school? Or do you truly wait until we've arrived to begin planning them?"
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At least she hadn't gone and snapped her fingers.
But Summer was just ignoring that for now and tucking it away for later when she was also definitely going to grill Ignis about finally ditching those glasses (just you wait, it was totally going to happen!), and just continued to beam in her excellent host glow.
"A little of both, actually!" she said. "I do some pre-planning to get a few basic ones settled, but then I sort of wait and get a feel for the place and Tuesdays are mostly spent scouting local ingredients and trends to base the heavy hitter stars on. So not only does that make the party a good wayto unwind and have some fun, but also to appreciate the bounty thay wherever we go has to offer!"
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...She really should have snapped, though. That would have been even funnier.
"Impressive," Liliana said. "And it's all you and Stark? You didn't make use of your butler?"
Darling, use the staff! That's why you had a staff!
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Why would she even need a butler when she had a Stark?
"And no, actually, it's honestly mostly just me. Stark helps where I need it, but this is kind of like....my big thing? It's like Ignis letting people...
"Okay, bad example, restaurants exists. Maybe like....okay, if you outsourced your necromancy to someone else. Like....do you just want it done? Or do you want it done right?"
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"Oh yes, darling, it's part of the suite package," Liliana assured her. "I was thinking you could send them out for the ingredients, but you make a good point, darling."
Which was why they couldn't just send the butler out for sunglasses!