1st Annual Halloween Block Party!

[iam_senpai]

Perhaps it's the leaves of fiery golds and oranges drifting on the breeze, or the sight of various hard squash being mangled into festive ornaments, or even still the bowls of candy left out simply everywhere in the Nexus that signifies the import of today. Regardless of when you take heed, Halloween has come to the Nexus.

Neat little handmade signs and fliers of all kinds lead to a particularly festive sectioned off block with the Crossroads Cafe at the center. The brick building has more than its fair share of decorations hung from every available windowsill and door. Hanging skeletons, jolly Jack-O-Lanterns, orange and black streamers cascading down and blowing to and fro in the crisp breeze.

The doors are propped open just waiting to beckon you inside. What are you waiting for?

((See the OOC post if you have any questions! Backtagging and threadhopping are fine. Come on in and have a blast :D ))



Coats and Costumes
The Cafe
Bonfire
Dance Floor
Haunted House
Side Halls and Storage

Comments

[red_room]

"Ah. Was, then."

Her amendment carries an unspoken offer to listen if he wants to talk but to drop it if he doesn't. She knows that she isn't one to share information about herself. She can hardly expect Han to do so considering the circumstances. And besides. His past doesn't matter nearly as much as his presence here in this moment.

The music slows and fades in between songs and Natasha allows her hands to wander up Han's back to clasp him behind his neck and pull him into another kiss, lingering in the moment between beats.

"I became very good at every job I was given." She breathes the agreement onto his lips. "Just like you must have."

[twelve_not_fourteen]

"On again, off again for a lot of years. It ended badly. Then she died."

That's the gist of it. That recap doesn't cover a lot of things that he'd rather not talk about, but it's something. What hurts him more than anything was the way that no matter how much she swore up and down that she loved him and no matter what she promised ... he never quite mattered to her as much as her ideals did.

When it comes to Natasha, it's always hard to tell when it's time to make a move and so, he usually lets her make it. When she leans into kiss him, he goes all in. He brings a passion into it that makes it feel like if this was the last display of affection he was ever going to give someone ... it would be going out on a high note.

"Come back with me tonight." He murmurs. "Nobody should be going back to an empty place on a holiday."

[red_room]

It's a familiar song and dance. One Natasha knows all too well and one she wishes others she cared about didn't have to know quite so well as she. But the past is the past and no amount of wishful thinking can change those things. To wish otherwise is for children.

Natasha doesn't believe in childish things. Or so she tells herself.

If it were true she wouldn't smile like she does at the invitation Han makes, enjoying the passion he puts into his affections as much as she does.

"I think you've earned it, Professor." One gloved finger reached up and pokes him on the nose playfully before she returns it to where she'd had it over Han's shoulder.