<div class="floatright">(http://pcdn.500px.net/1457206/db808eb72ec7f66c5fee911270793ffb863a582d/3.jpg)</div><strong>Cassandra Keisling/Fang of the Ouroborus</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ghe_5e_8ZjeuFLOqBPJdMtYd4xkz8tH9NoIp4LlfLKU/edit)<br/><br/>Cassandra gave a helpless laugh, then spraing off of the bed.  "Sure, just let me clean up a bit.  We'll toast the new year in style."<br/><br/>The black girl slipped into the shower and enjoyed a long, hot soak.  She let cleansing lather flow down her taut ebony form, then washed her hair, bow dried it, and did it up in an elaborate braid.<br/><br/>Cassandra giggled a little bit about how hungry Harper must be by now.<em>Servers he right, teasing my appetites like that.</em>Then she padded over to the kitchen in fuzzy white slippers, and an indigo shift and panties.<br/><br/>Now that she finally got serious about cooking, She did quick, efficient, and ambitious work.  In celebration of the holiday, she left the flavored soy dispenser off.  Instead she grilled up little k-bobs of seasoned lamb and mushrooms to go with bread sticks and fondue, all of it real, honest to God food!  She poured herself a bottle of white wine and Harper a designer water—both a room temperature—and chilled them both a sparkling cider to go with the chocolate covered strawberries she had in the refrigerator for desert.<br/><br/>Sometime around 0200 Cassandra lit some candles at the table and pulled up the new years festivities in Prague on an AR display.  “Let's eat.”