Post by Jaks Flagner on Mar 8, 2015 20:25:20 GMT -8
It had been awhile ago that Jaks had invited Frides to a dinner that paled in comparison to the hasty fried fish that was served aboard the Siren Song. Tonight was the night she would come to sample his cooking and it was also a great time for them to spend some time with each other since they had both been so busy with one thing or another. His "house" wasn't a house at all but a converted warehouse that held his living area, airship, and workshop. His workshop was in the far left corner of the ware house with Red Lion taking up the center. His living space was in the right hand corner that held the doors to his shop, and the outside> he space contained a section of counters with a sink in the center and a fridge on the far left end. Just beyond that was an island that held the stove as well as some cabinets to store things below. There were bar stools that lined the edge closest to the back. further on there was a simple wooden table with wooden chairs, set for a nice meal with two settings placed across from each other. The Plates were china and the silverware was indeed silver. Napkins were elegantly folded on the plates and every piece of cutlery was found in it's proper place. Wine glasses and a candelabra sat nearest to the center waiting to be filled and lit respectively. Then there was a small patch of lengthwise carpeted sections that broke the monotony of concrete that covered the rest of the space. On one end of the patch there was a love seat with two pillows, and a recliner that sat beside it. On the other end there was a moderately sized flat screen sitting on a entertainment system that also contained a dvd player and a speaker system that played Aldo's "Close to you" CD at a low volume. Behind the Tv and against the left wall was a queen sized bed with a night stand. The entire place was spotlessly clean and dimly lit that spread a warmth throughout the small section before it was cut of by the darkness that had enveloped the rest of the warehouse. Jaks stood waiting near the door for his guest to arrive as she would any minute. He was well dressed, but not so that he could go to a formal event, Semi-formal at best. The dinner that he had prepared was sitting, waiting to be cooked. He had spent the last half hour preparing it up to this point leaving the afore mentioned cooking the only thing left to do. The dinner he would be serving was chia-crusted, oven-roasted tuna that he would serve with a mango fruit salsa and balsamic blaze. On the counter sat a white wine with a nice vintage that he assured himself would go great with the meal. It was quite the meal, but Jaks stood waiting for the crown jewel of the evening to arrive at his door step.