Candelight and Chocolate

Steven smiled his arm wrapped around Delilah and a smile plastered on his face "we will and yes thank you Khaat, the place looks amazing tonight " he said smiling at them. After a short moment he kissed Delilah " we should try the food " he said and lead her back to there table glad the girl was now gone. Steven wanted no more interruptions taking the box he opened it and showed her the ring that lay inside , the white gold and diamonds sparkling in the candle light that lit the cafe.

"Delilah?" he asked and moved to in front of her, he knew he wanted to wait but he felt he could not any more "Delilah knight , I ask with all my heart " he moved to one knee and took her hand in his "will you do me the honer of becoming Mrs Delilah Walker?" he asked looking up at her.

"yes, i will,"Delilah said the love in her eyes. the ring was beautiful but she couldn't have cared less about the ring she loved steven and all that mattered was the words that had come out of his mouth.she wouldn't have minded if he had proposed by drawing a ring on her finger with a sharpie or anything like that or totally new. either way she would have said yes a million times.

Steven smiled then beamed as she said she would , he took the ring out and slipped it on her finger it fit perfectly he was so glad he had a good judge of sizes still holding her hand he sat back down and popped the bottle of champagne poring one glass for her and one for him. Handing one to her he toasting her. "to the future Mrs Walker who makes me feel like I'm flying in the clouds just buy smiling" he said leaning forward to kiss her "I love you , till death do us part "

Delilah giggled with his words. she had no idea what to say but her eyes said it all. she loved him and always would. "till death do us part," she whispered before taking a sip of the hampane he had pored for her. she didn't have to look into his eyes to know every word he said was true but knew that it would show there as much as it had in his words that he loved her just as much as she did him.

Jess walked into Sparks, dressed in a peach suit, one he thought suited the occasion quite well. Looking around he grinned, trust Khaat to pull out all the ends for a night like tonight. As usual, the restaurant was impeccably decorated, moreso than usual for the event tonight. Scanning the room he finally spotted the woman, and walked over to her waving to catch her attention. "Khaat!" He said to her, waving again when he caught her eye, "Good job!" He told her, gesturing to the room, "It looks brilliant," he said to her. "So, when do we all begin?" He asked, referring to the "Auction" he was a bit nervous, he could admit, but it was exciting, nonetheless.

Angelique merely smiled sardonically at the man's complete overreaction then turned on her heel and walked over to the bar. To be honest, she was a little disappointed in her mark. She'd pegged the girl (and she was a girl; Angelique recognised her from when she'd been at Hogwarts) for one of those overdramatically jealous types, but apparently she trusted her man implicitly. Well, she'd learn better when he started cheating on her the way he no doubt cheated on the last trophy wife.

Meanwhile, others were flowing into the restaurant and the night was beginning. Angelique overheard someone comment on "it all beginning," and wondered what event was planned. More than she'd expected, evidently, which was only a cosy night eating rich food and attempting to pick up tipsy patrons. That was all to the good, of course. Angelique liked to be entertained.

It did not surprise Vito when he realized, as he walked along the dimly lit streets, his shoes tapping lightly against the bricks beneath him, that he could not recall the last time he had spent an evening in Diagon Alley. There was a reason he didn’t, after all; unlike Knockturn Alley, there was no sense of mystery about you when you walked about at night, nor did the air smell of poisons and cigarette smoke… It was not the darkness that Vito had grown used to.

Diagon Alley was what had happened when wizards had attempted to recreate Knockturn Alley, only, with added cheeriness and warmth, and so, naturally, Vito despised the place.

Yet, he found himself wandering aimlessly into the night, his hair slicked back, an uninterested expression upon his face, and a nameless tune stuck in his head (the price to pay for living in a night club with a DJ who did not believe in good music). Both the taste of aged wine on his tongue and the cigarette between two of his fingers (one which produced a smoke he was not familiar with, but did far more than his usual brand), however, made up for all that troubled him that evening.

He could feel his mind slipping back-and-forth between reality and a fictional world it had concocted- a perfect balance that allowed him to walk and speak as he usual would, yet continue to watch his surroundings shake and shimmy like a candle’s fickle flame.

It had been for that very reason that he had stopped momentarily in front of an irritatingly friendly-looking restaurant- one which he would have, in any other situation, never have set foot anywhere near- before making his way inside. The colors of the wood, the décor, and the fire that crackled on the far side of the room blurred together, as did the powerful smells of the meals that were being prepared that drifted about the air. The human beings that were scattered about the place were faceless, he noticed, and much to his enjoyment, all that remained of the female guests were their bodies and the shade of the hair that sprouted from their skull. “What fun…” he spoke with a smirk, the outer corners of his eyes squinted slightly.

Originally he had meant to find someone to preoccupy himself with when he had set off into the night, and yet, the poltergeist-in-disguise could not have been more content with the situation he found himself in- well, perhaps if such a thing hadn't waited to occure after he had exited his "kingdome"...

The dark cobbles had been stained with crimson streamers and confetti. That only ever happened on one day: Valentine’s Day. The bar had been swamped as a result of the asinine event. That was, of course, fabulous news for the owner who had expressed a need for the extra money but for the people who actually had to work around the affair, it was hell. Lauren had been at the bar since midday and people, to her knowledge, had been drinking since nine. Crooner was one of the last bars on the strip so they had to deal with the drunken, hormonal wasters that needed to be sent back the other way unless they were going to pay. She and her partner had choreographed a routine with the bottles for them to see and, once the manager was gone, all hell broke loose. It had gone from zero to sixty the moment the door closed and money poured over the counter in its hundreds as the establishment went from a bar to a dance club.

After four long hours of dancing across the bar in heels and indulging in the shots that the patrons paid for her to have, Lauren was just about ready to pass out. She was tipsier than she should have been, too but she was still marginally sober. Her ears were ringing and her legs were shaking slightly as she walked. The club had been stifling and outside was freezing in comparison. Her cheeks hurt from all of the smiling and she was feeling a little bit frazzled. Despite this though. Lauren was still in high spirits as she drifted down the road in search of a restaurant or café that was serving food of some sort.

Lauren stopped outside an overly friendly looking restaurant and was full with people chatting amicably. Lauren smiled at the sight before her and she looked down at the menu that was stuck to the window with some sort of charm. She scanned it in search of something filling before turning her attention to the drinks section. Her eyes fell on ‘coffee’ but her eyes also drifted to the offer of white wine. Now Lauren wasn’t one to give into temptation – often – but she decided she’d treat herself. She’d made more money in tips that night than ever before and decided to throw caution into the wind; what harm would come of her if she drank a bottle of wine? None most likely.

So, after deciding to spend some of the four-hundred pounds she’d earned, Lauren entered the restaurant. Immediately the smell of burning candle wax hit her, then their subtle scents began to filter through. Lauren grinned to herself and made a move to go further in. She did not stray too far from the doorway though, unsure of where she fit in that picture. She looked about herself and took in the faces of the people around her. They were all smiling, each and every one in their own little way. Lauren herself had a smile of sorts on her lips and she was delight to find that the warmth of the restaurant was warming up the exposed skin on her stomach and her legs. She’d made a bold fashion choice upon her sister’s instruction. She looked leggier than usual and the sexual connotations of the outfit detracted from her innocence somewhat. Laruen didn’t mind at all, though. At the expense of looking less innocent, she’d made money – money she needed.

That was one thing Crooner failed to really supply their only female barmaid with – money. She needed it and it was their job to give it to her. Her month’s sum was never, ever enough though and it amazed her because she didn’t eat meat – which was obscenely expensive nowadays – she didn’t go on shopping sprees and she didn’t have a car to run. Milo, her British Bulldog, and the room she rented in the Leaky Cauldron were the things drying up her wallet. Of course she got food there but it was only breakfast – nothing else. By the time she looked in her wallet for food, all the money was gone. So perhaps it was unwise of her to keep drinking but it sounded like a bloody good idea to her.

Lauren cast her eyes across the restaurant and found the wine in ice with several glasses on the table beside the large bucket that was more like a hollowed out drum than the signature silver buckets. Lauren took her bag off of her shoulder and put it down on one of the tables before walking over to the bucket. She leaned over and began to sort through it, pushing the ice out of the way as she looked for her preferred brand of wine.

“Brilliant,” she whispered as she put her hands to the neck of the bottle. Laruen pulled it from the bucket and took one of the glasses off of the table. She waltzed over to where her bag was and plonked herself down on one of the chairs. She slipped her feet out of her shoes and cracked the seal on the bottle. She twisted the cap and took it off before pouring a hearty amount into the glass. Lauren put the bottle down and picked the glass up. She moved it clockwise before lifting it to her mouth and drinking some of the sweet grape-juice. Lauren hummed in approval and sat back in her chair, her copper curls spilling onto her shoulders as they freed themselves from their restraints.

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