New Year's Eve/New Year's Day

[velesdonnersen]

[As usual, if it weren't for the crazy elements, Tarvek could just curl up and adore Mayfield.  Now, he's invited Ilsa out. He's wearing his best suit, and he's taking a Mayfield Risk: he's taking her to dinner, and to a restaurant afterward

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[ooeeooahah]

[ Though the phrasing is not what she would of chosen, she knows what he means by it. Ilsa knows why he chose the restaurant, because even though she could do better. He had said he wanted her to relax, the idea was she didn't have to cook. Even though it was nice to have a night out, L'Déplaisant lived up to its name. ]

I do appreciate the effort, 'bibi. Are you sure you want to be in a crowd at midnight?

[ Her eyes dance as she sips her wine. ]

[velesdonnersen]

I want to be with you at midnight, and nothing else matters.

[Considers] Liebchen, if I could, I would take you to *my* Paris. We'd dance, we'd got to the music halls, we'd eat true, first class French food, and after... I would go anywhere you wanted. We could dance in the streets, or slip into a little hotel, or what you wish. Here...

Here, love, it's still what you wish.

[ooeeooahah]

I think we'd best be somewhere secure at midnight.

[ It's mostly said in jest, but with Mayfield, you never know. ]

Tell me, does your world have the tradition of the first thing you do in the new year setting the tone for the rest of the year?

[velesdonnersen]

(Amused) My world is like yours, love: huge, with a lot of traditions. But, yes, that's one of them.

[Smiles, anticipating.]

By the look in your eye, Ilsa, you know what you want this year to involve lots of.