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Who: Anyone!
What: It's a Wine Tasting at the Lux
When: Saturday Evening
Where: The Lux.
Sugarplum Fairies: PLENTY.
Notes: ANYONE is welcome. Prose or brackets. I'm just having Katherine start it off, but feel free to have your very own thread. This is a party-post of sorts. It's at the Lux and there are plenty of wines and platters of small bits of food that are meant to accentuate the flavor of the wine. Cheese, Chocolate, Fruits... etc.

The Lux isn't Katherine's first choice of social locations, but it does have the luxury of being somewhere that has been deemed as off-limits for the Salvatore brothers. She'd put the math together through the journals and from over-hearing conversations of employees and the ghosts. Such gossips. She'd already resolved to go to that Speed Dating thing, just trying to make some effort to figure out just who all was in this place and just how vulnerable some of them were.

For the moment, she's milling through the crowd, glass in hand, and keeping an eye on everyone. She's fully capable of slipping by most of them undetected. Knowing that her speed would easily put her out of anyone's line of sight if she didn't want to be seen. Tonight though, she wasn't planning on shying away from too many of them.

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"A few, but I'm not exactly the wine drinker around here."

"Which then leads me to think that you are not the reason the Lux has them?"

"Eliot was the previous owner and he traveled a lot, I guess. I'm pretty sure they were because of him and the people from his world."

"Ahh," he nodded, before starting to pour himself a glass. "He had very good taste."

"You would've liked him." Jo couldn't recall if their time in the castle had overlapped, but she knew how Eliot was and what he did back home.

It probably had, but Neal just hadn't been paying attention. Or he never met the chef. "I'll have to see if he swings back around again."

Odds are, however, Neal would have really, really frustrated Eliot.

"If he does, I'll be sure to point him in your direction."

Of course, the situation right now has a fairy headed in their direction.

Oh, those pesky fairies. Neal's too busy nodding to what Jo's saying to really notice the golden blinky fairy overing over his head, but he does notice the gold pixie dust that descends over the both of them.

He never ever really bothers to fight it. He just leans in and goes for it, reaching for Jo across the bar and kissing her.

The kiss practically mirrors the one they had the previous year, but she barely notices as she returns the kiss just as easily. Her hand finds his cheek and then reaches into his hair.

It's another kiss that's simple and easy and maybe she's not really too concerned with the who of it at all.

Neal is concerned with who it is, and that's why he gives it all he's got. One hand stays cupped against the side of her face and he lets his thumb brush against her cheek.

Well, once Neal started doing that, Jo was lost to the experience of it. She was definitely a sucker for those softer moments, even if she put up that front all the time that she wasn't going to go for the heavy romantic gestures.

The pull from the fairies is pretty hard too as she even manages to pull away from the kiss, hop over the bar and pick it up back again right where she left it - but just with more against Neal action.

Neal approved of this very, very much. As soon as she was on his side of the bar, he pulled her in closer again, one hand sliding into her hair as he deepened the kiss.

Why was Neal on her do not touch list, again? Because she was certainly on board with him touching her in this moment. In fact, Jo was pretty certain she'd approve of him touching her anywhere he wanted to. Her head tilted to allow that kiss to deepen, her arms winding around his shoulders and her fingertips lightly teasing into his hair.

She was pretty certain that even if the fairies went away, she'd still be pretty on board with this.

This, clearly, is Neal's endgame. He holds the kiss for as long as he can, before pulling back slowly and breaking the kiss to breathe.

When he pulls away there's a soft sound that comes from Jo. Yeah, he's really good at that and Jo's left hanging onto it a bit. There's even that soft haze on her features, the one where it takes her a bit to open her eyes and grin up at him.

"You are definitely trouble."

He smiles a bit at that, tucking her hair behind her ear. "It's something I pride myself on."

She hums a bit, smirking up at him, "Yep. Lots of trouble. If I didn't know any better, I'd try to steal you off to my room."

"And why isn't that included in knowing better?"

"Because technically, it'd be getting you to know me better - and I'm not sure you're ready for that."

"You don't think I can appreciate the challenge?"

"Oh, I'm pretty sure you love a challenge. You have that look in your eyes. Those amazing blue eyes."

She might be staring into them. A bit. Tiny bit.

He grins a bit as he leans closer. "So. Why not let me prove myself?"

She bites her bottom lip, watching those eyes of his, "You are so close to selling this. I thought you were supposed to be a good con-artist."

"I am," he said with a shrug. "This kind of thing shouldn't be a con." He only wanted her to be with him if she really wanted to be with him.

He was a romantic like that.

She watched him carefully, moving to stand in closer to him, because who wouldn't want to be close to him?

"No, it shouldn't be, but that doesn't change the flirtation behind trying to get someone interested. That's always going to have a bit of a con laced in there. You're going to present the best possible choice of a partner. Hide the fact that you floss while you shower or leave half an inch of milk in the container."

Even as she spoke, she still was inching in closer to him, her hand moving to rest to his chest.