great things | {hades' toast}
Sept 6, 2020 20:53:48 GMT -5
Post by kait but as dars on Sept 6, 2020 20:53:48 GMT -5
Lochlan Creations still had that new building smell.
He’d arranged for the floors to be waxed, hired a caterer that specialized in all the Capitol favorites. Even looking at the banquet table made his mouth water. Sliced turkey smothered in gravy, fire-roasted carrots and potatoes, flaky buttered biscuits, pulled chicken, iced shrimp, salmon steaks, trays of crisp vegetables, cauldrons of punch, ice fountains of water, shining flutes of champagne, and an entire area dedicated to freshly baked pies with golden crusts covering tart berries or heavenly sweet fruits.
After watching nearly everyone starve to death with the nonsense options offered at the gala, Hades had decided good food would be first on the list. The affair hadn’t even started, and already people had taken their assigned seats with plates full of food. Despite the room being full of people and their eccentric outfits, it was mostly quiet. He supposed it was more difficult to speak with a mouthful, and decided it was the perfect time to take advantage. A toast was a necessary evil, and one that he could get away with doing something quickly if he did it while they were all too previously engaged to care.
He walked to the front of the room, and a lackey handed him the microphone.
“Good evening, everyone.”
It was enough to silence the few voices who liked talking more than eating.
“I would like to use this moment to thank all of you for taking the time from your busy schedules to come out and support me.” His voice was clear and, as ever, twinged with a slight hint of disinterest.
“When I was a child, my father told me that in order to be a great man, one has to do great things. I don’t think he meant for it to be such a profound moment in my development, but it has stuck with me through every trial and tribulation, every success and every failure, and led me to this exact moment.”
The silence was unnerving; he kind of liked it.
“Because of the people in this room, and your generous donations, I am one step closer to being great. Thank you, everyone.”
Applause met with a cheeky nod and a slight bow, and then he was out of view and headed to get his own plate of food. He made eye contact with the lackey who’d handed him a microphone, and the boy gave him a thumbs-up and a face that told him the speech had been a success. Good, he thought, then he wondered if it would even make a difference.
He’d arranged for the floors to be waxed, hired a caterer that specialized in all the Capitol favorites. Even looking at the banquet table made his mouth water. Sliced turkey smothered in gravy, fire-roasted carrots and potatoes, flaky buttered biscuits, pulled chicken, iced shrimp, salmon steaks, trays of crisp vegetables, cauldrons of punch, ice fountains of water, shining flutes of champagne, and an entire area dedicated to freshly baked pies with golden crusts covering tart berries or heavenly sweet fruits.
After watching nearly everyone starve to death with the nonsense options offered at the gala, Hades had decided good food would be first on the list. The affair hadn’t even started, and already people had taken their assigned seats with plates full of food. Despite the room being full of people and their eccentric outfits, it was mostly quiet. He supposed it was more difficult to speak with a mouthful, and decided it was the perfect time to take advantage. A toast was a necessary evil, and one that he could get away with doing something quickly if he did it while they were all too previously engaged to care.
He walked to the front of the room, and a lackey handed him the microphone.
“Good evening, everyone.”
It was enough to silence the few voices who liked talking more than eating.
“I would like to use this moment to thank all of you for taking the time from your busy schedules to come out and support me.” His voice was clear and, as ever, twinged with a slight hint of disinterest.
“When I was a child, my father told me that in order to be a great man, one has to do great things. I don’t think he meant for it to be such a profound moment in my development, but it has stuck with me through every trial and tribulation, every success and every failure, and led me to this exact moment.”
The silence was unnerving; he kind of liked it.
“Because of the people in this room, and your generous donations, I am one step closer to being great. Thank you, everyone.”
Applause met with a cheeky nod and a slight bow, and then he was out of view and headed to get his own plate of food. He made eye contact with the lackey who’d handed him a microphone, and the boy gave him a thumbs-up and a face that told him the speech had been a success. Good, he thought, then he wondered if it would even make a difference.
