Small Foldable Round Table Novels & Stories

Lana stood in front of me in the line and looked around enthusiastically. "Look at those big tables," she said, pointing towards the few twelve-seater tables. "There are only three of them. Those three tables belong to the three captains and their close followers," she whispered in my ear. I looked at the people sitting at the table and saw Victoria seated at the head of one of the large tables. However, the head chairs of the other tables were empty, as there was no sign of Draken and Ares in the canteen. I let my eyes travel across the hall. The tables were different sizes, holding different numbers of chairs. The largest held twelve. After that came tables with ten chairs, then eight, six

There were different table layouts in the room, Round, square and rectangular. They were covered with a gold centerpiece where a tall candles paired with low floral were placed. If that wasn't enough the glass vases and brass flatware added complexity and warmth to the table.Also the plates and silverware were aligned to perfection.In each table there were different kind of lollies assembled in different containers and exotic items which the guests started to munch away as soon as they sat.There was also enough champagne flutes, wine and water for everyone to enjoy.

By the left and right is a three-seater on each side. Then in the middle of the U-shape is a cockroach brown coffee table with the top made of glass. Under it is a crystal blue pompom carpet with little strands of wools made of cockroach brown wool. The tiles are also plane crystal blue bare of any design. Three large cockroach brown curtains with large crystal blue daises imprinted on them cover an oak door leading to the smaller parlor while the other two cover two large glass windows.

Beyond, there was a picture window that was revealed when screens were pulled aside on pulleys. In this side of the room, which was compartmentalized with those translucent screens that were like paper, complete with Asian-style designs on them, there was a low sofa, cuboid and boxy, but comfortable nonetheless. A kind of reed-like rug lay on the floor and the coffee table was barely a foot off the ground. Opposite, there was a console table, which was thick, boxy, and dark, gleaming in a way that spoke of expensive Shellac, with a few decorative items on top. Above, there was the only thing I’d expected—a large TV.

Kartika then turns her body to both of them and smiles at them. “Very well,” Kartika said walking to the elevator with Cakra keeps dragging their feet. “Please let us walk!” Alfi asked in pain. “No way!” Kartika refused. The three then take a seat around that small black triangle table. “May I ask something?” Alfi asked. “Sure,” Kartika replied. “Why is the room like this? We look like hanging out instead of having a conference.” Alfi asked. “This room adjusts itself by the sum of people who use it and since it”s just 3 of us, the table adjusts itself that it looks like a table you find on fast food restaurant,” Kartika explained.

I was dreading to be in one room with all of them, Johanna and Brjent being the only exception. He opens the door and reveals the transformed dining room. The rectangular table we normally dine at has been replaced by a big, round one made from salvaged mango wood and brushed steel. The chairs are still the same though, dark brown leather seats and brushed steel undercarriage. The table has already been set and all the plates have nametags, making sure everybody is seated in varied seats instead of next to one another.

Inside, however, I see what makes this place special. It's a single, vast room—an auditorium of sorts, roughly the size of a school gymnasium, but carpeted with lower ceilings. The centerpiece is an enormous round table, positioned with geometric precision at the heart of the room. "That's one official-looking table," I remark to Dean as we approach it.

The room was spacious, with the bed large enough to comfortably accommodate a small crowd. At the foot of the bed, there was a round-shaped ottoman, its arctic white upholstery matching that of the two sofas that flanked it. A coffee table sat in the center of the sofas, providing a convenient spot for drinks or other items. Two bedside tables stood on either side of the bed, each adorned with oval-shaped lamps that added a touch of elegance to the room.

“Forty chairs, at eight per round table, that’s five tables, plus a rectangular style for the wedding party, which adds two rectangular tables.” The woman working the rental desk leans over the counter, pad in hand, racking up the order and charges. “What about a cake table? You’ll need a smaller round for that. Will you want a drink bar?” I pull the bible from my back pocket and flip through the pages, thankful I find a seating chart, which I’ve expanded, along with additional needed tables. “She had us use a coffee table for the gifts, so we’ll need a gift table. Definitely some kind of bar. Shit.”

“Ok, well we are in the little dining room, the kitchen staff prepared lunch. Grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches with creamy tomato basil soup, green goddess wedge salads, and bacon wrapped lil smokies.” “That sounds yummy.” I said as I tacked up my last index card. “Here I come.” Osiris waited for me and the two of us walked to the small dining room off the far side of the kitchen. This dining room was bigger than the breakfast nook, but smaller than the formal dining room. The small dining room had a round table that sat eight, and you could extend it by adding the leaf in the middle, then it could accommodate ten or twelve. There was a small hutch in the corner that held a few extra supp