006: [Location: Hyperion Hotel] Like the Prom, Only with Legal Alcohol Supply

[glowingseer]

Party time!

Cordelia, clad in her chosen outfit for the night, made final rounds inside the hotel to make sure everything was perfect. The decorations were subdued and classy - thanks to both Dawn and Fred, and even the garden was opened so that those who wished to step out and inhale the fake Taxon air could do so. There were tons of wine, beer,

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[location; Hyperion hotel]

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Doyle came rushing down the stairs, one misstep from falling down them really. He'd been trying to button his jacket on the way down but had given up so it was flying open and revealing a deep maroon waistcoat. But undone buttons aside, the tux was in perfect condition. "I'm not late, am I? I hope I'm not late."

[location; Hyperion hotel]

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Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Come here, you," she said, stepping closer and totally intending on closing that jacket for him. "Things like this? Are as formal as they come. FYI."

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Running down the stairs over he was still enough to start buttoning but he stopped when Cordelia stepped closer. "You just mean black tie and not white tie, right? I suppose I could hatch a tailcoat quick, like, but I've never felt comfortable in the things."

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"You look fine, genius," she replied, shaking her head. "Stop worrying, okay! I mean, here's my stamp of approval. Go as you please with it.

Cordelia grinned at him.

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"That's a relief. I wouldn't want to be underdressed now. Or overdressed, for that matter." Doyle finished up with the buttoning and smoothed down the coat.

"Think I got enough for everybody?" he asked, nodding over at the drinks table.

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She glanced at the table in question and shrugged. "I hope so? I mean, it looked like you got enough supplies for like three hundred or so. And I don't speak for the other guests, but I really don't want to appear like a boozehound for tonight. Not that I'm ever known as one, mind you."

Cordelia looked at the door. "You think people will have a good time tonight?"

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Doyle chuckled. "No need to worry about that. I got some of that sparkling juice stuff, for the appearance of drinking but without the alcohol content."

So maybe he'd misunderstood what she was getting at but he was trying? "Doesn't look like many people are on time, but being fashionably late is in, isn't it? And the place looks great."

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"Thanks!" she replied. "Well, actually I'm thanking you in behalf of Dawn and Fred. Decoration's their contribution to this party, you see."

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"They did a wonderful job. I'll have to thank them in person when I see them." There weren't many people yet so Doyle stood around with an air of 'what now?'

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"Have you eaten yet? I made some brownies!"

Although, if Doyle valued his life? He... probably shouldn't eat one.

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"I'd love to try your brownies." Unfortunately for Doyle, he'd try anything she made, if only out of solidarity.

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"Great!"

She went and retrieved a batch she made earlier. "Okay! This is so a family recipe and everything, passed down from one butler to the next. Except, you know. I made a few adjustments and added a few things, but they look really good. Right?"

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"They look great." Something missing, he thought, but that didn't mean they wouldn't taste alright.

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Feeling a bit giddy - because hey, someone appreciated her efforts! - Cordelia took out a big portion and handed it to Doyle.

"Okay. Try it. Go on."

Doyle no.

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Doyle took a bite, and tried his hardest to hide his reaction. This... wasn't a brownie. He wasn't sure what it was but it-- He coughs. "Too big a bite. Hey now, I should show you my mother's secret recipe for brownies."

It wasn't a way to sneak in some lessons in proper brownie making, really.

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Oh, she'd have none of that diversionary tactics.

"So how was it? I mean, really."