All was in readiness. La Fee Verte had badgered the house elves into redecorating the Little Green Apple in a remarkably tacky faithful reproduction of retro faux-Polynesian chic. Laid out on one table was a feast of various 'island delicacies', the centerpiece of which was a whole roast pig. On the bar was a row of tiki mugs waiting to be filled, and behind it was a list of
recommended tiki drinks.
The proprietress herself sat on a high stool on the karaoke stage, holding a concoction in a hollowed-out coconut. The contents were unknowable, but it was topped with a swizzle stick adorned with chunks of mango and pineapple, a pair or paper umbrellas, a looping and twisting 'krazy' straw, and a bubbling green fog. She sipped it with obvious delight.
"Aloha and mahalo!" she called out merrily. "Let the festivities begin!"
((OOC: Open thread! Warning: while none of the offering are magical, La Fee Verte's drinks are rather strong and on occasion contain more intoxicants than expected. Effects are up to you!))