The Beach, Thursday Evening

Ronan was once again at the beach, the table from last time already set up and candles waiting to be lit at the center. There were two place settings; from his bag, he was pulling steaming platters of empanadas, as well as a dish of tomatoes. There was a bottle of red wine, a merlot, chilling in a bucket of ice.

Everything was ready; now all he needed were the guests.

[OOC: For the ones who are invited. They know who they are! Up a bit early for a touch of SP.

ETA: This has gone NSFW in the comments. In a very big way.]