poster girl

introducing PARK SOOMIN aka SUSIE, new york’s resident fallen princess & influencer extraordinaire. she exudes chaos, probably enjoys drama a little more than she should and is most definitely an unhealthy mix of GEORGINA SPARKS ( gossip girl ) & JENNIFER CHECK ( jennifer’s body ) !!

✧༺♥༻∞ he said 'you look crazy’, thank you baby, i owe it all to you. ∞༺♥༻✧

trigger warning for mention of CHILDHOOD NEGLECT, VIOLENCE & DRUG ADDICTION.

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“Just the first time? You’ve been missing out your whole life!” Nate smiled brightly before taking another sip of his own hot chocolate. Who was he to talk, really? He had barely ever gotten chances to have hot chocolate; back home, there was never the time. Here, in New York, there was never enough money for something like that. “Maybe. I mean, I wouldn’t be shocked. But I also haven’t had this much sugar in a very long time, and I think it shows.” He couldn’t stop talking, despite the fact that it was probably annoying the woman next to him. “But, I mean, this is just so good!”

“Not my first hot chocolate ever, but my first one from this place.” Susie corrected with a laugh, beginning to blow slightly over the cup, the steam from the drink warming her nose. “For what it’s worth, I love sugar, so I’m glad you’re getting a fix.” As she looked at him more, she squinted, knowing she recognised him, but wasn’t quite sure how... until she glanced over at the ice rink. “Oh! Were you that person ice skating just before?”

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Gen held a hand up to her lips, gasping silently as if shocked. “You have great skin,” she wrote down, then smiled as wide as her face would let her. “Maybe I am an undercover bouncer. You better watch yourself.” And then she tried to draw her best attempt at a winky face, though it came out looking more like someone being crushed by an invisible force. At the mention of another drink, Gen mused the idea. Then, brightened up with a thought of her own, she wrote down on her quickly-filling napkin with something better: “how about I buy you one? As an apology for calling you too young?” She smiled.

You have great skin. A compliment Susie was used to, but completely enthralled by nonetheless. Any praise for her appearance was adored by her, as conceited as it may have seemed. It was important to her, more than it probably should have been. It was certainly vital in her line of work. “Thank you. You’re too kind. Especially for someone who could be an undercover bouncer.” She offered her a wink before returning to type something. “How about we buy each other a drink? Kind of evens it out.” Flashing her a smile, she turned back to the bartender to order whatever the stranger had before. “I’m Susie, by the way.”

The ice skating competition had been fun to watch. She’d skated a lot as a girl and she’d tried to get Bridget into it when she was younger but her daughter hadn’t cared for it. Thinking, both Bridget and Bennett hadn’t wanted to sit and watch the competition like she had, so she’d let them run off with their little friends. She frowned a little now, glancing around as she realised she didn’t know where the twins had gotten off too. 

Kathryn pulled her phone from her pocket - calling first Bridget and then Bennett. Neither answered and it was all she could do not to roll her eyes. It annoyed her that she’d now have to look for them through this Christmas crowd. She needed something…but in lieu of privacy, a drink would do. Then she’d go searching for her twins. 

She passed the Brooklyn Brewery stall and contemplated for a moment but then moved on. As much as she’d like alcohol at the moment, she’d always found it uncouth to drink in public. Instead she stopped at Café Lalo’s hot chocolate and coffee station. It took a moment but eventually the drink was in her hand. She was just swiping a dob of whipped cream from the top of the drink when she bumped into someone. 

Already annoyed by having to look for her children, she uncharacteristically snapped at the person. “You should watch where you’re going!” 

Far too focused on curating her next Instagram posts, Susie was lost in her screen, which was pretty typical of her. She was so meticulous about her feed, especially considering she had 3 million followers expecting her perfect content. Still, this was an unfortunate thing to be doing while walking in public, leading her to completely bump into someone.

Fuck.

The brunette groaned, internally embarrassed by the situation, but it was unlike her to actually admit that. “Shit, I’m sorry. Did much spill? I can... get you another one if you’d like?” Not that she really cared about the stranger’s hot chocolate, it was the least she could do.

open event starter location: winterfest - Cafe Lalo Decadent Hot Chocolate and Coffee Station

“It’s been so long since I’ve had it!” And Nate sounded genuinely excited as he took a sip out of his cup. He was already freezing, having had just come out of the ice skating competition, and so far, he was really having fun. After all, so far, this had to be the best Christmas he’s had since he had moved to NYC eight years ago, and he was going to make it out. “Have you tried it already?” He turned to the person next to him, his enthusiam not going away. “I might be biased, but it’s worth every penny!”

Sipping on her hot chocolate, Susie was taking in the atmosphere. She adored Christmas in New York City. There wasn’t anything quite like it -- the feeling was magical, whimsical unlike something she’d ever experienced herself. Sure, it was freezing outside this time of year, but she was enthusiastic enough to venture out rather than staying home in Queens, and all the pictures she could get for her Instagram? Totally worth every shiver.

The sound of a stranger’s voice sparked her interest, provoking her to turn her head to lay sight on a rather chipper individual. “This is my first time trying it from here, actually.” She chuckled, holding up her cup for him to see. “It’s... good. Delicious. You seem awfully excited about it, though. You sure your hot chocolate isn’t caffeinated?” A joke, but it was unlike her to avoid making a sarcastic comment.

“So, a flat lay of the pieces and then a few lifestyle shots should be enough for now. I leave that to your creative vision,” Eleanor chimed, setting out a couple of pieces from the New Year’s collection. More festive and whimsical than the rest of the Holiday pieces. More sparkle, starburst shapes, twists and turns. Inspired by everything from champagne flutes to fireworks. “Do you need me to ask Martina to set up another promo code for you?” After rambling off about all of the boring stuff, the woman looked up, expression just barely softer, “What do you think of them?” Susie had a good eye, and over the past few months, Ella came to trust her as an honest critic. She thought the other’s taste was one was on trend but timeless all at the same time. The exact poster child for Glace that she’d been looking for.

closed @soomins

Bars were a strange place for Gen to be; with so much commotion and so many people bustling around her. Even so, she liked to be among the sea of them and she coveted her little spot and the rapidly melting margarita in her hands. She didn’t notice the person beside her was talking to her until she saw her eyes flash in her direction, then her mouth was moving. She stared at the soft pink lips. What __ you __ving. Gen’s nose scrunched up. Well, they were at a bar, and there was usually one thing people were asking at bars. Let me __ your __ __. If she thought about it longer, she could’ve figured it out, but there was something more pressing on her mind.

With a flourish, Gen took out a pen from her purse and started scribbling on to the cocktail napkin. With a smile, she slid it over along with the pen. “You look like you’re too young to be here. How old are you?”

Susie eyed the stranger with sheer curiosity as she watched the scribble down something for her, the words immediately provoking a laugh. She supposed it was considered a compliment to be mistaken for being younger, but still she had the need to make a correction. Without missing a beat, she unlocked her phone and navigated her way to the notes app, fingers quickly churning out a reply: “I’m 26!! Are you an undercover bouncer or something? 😊” -- the emoji was just an extra touch, a way to make it seem like she was too insulted by the question.  At that, she began to type another message. “So? Can I buy you another drink?”

at the other’s very legitimate and CORRECT response, abi scoffs, caught out and attempting to fix it for herself. “ well… wha— LOOK, i’m busy, so… sometimes people are just in a hurry, it doesn’t mean i’m the anti-christ or nothin’. ” her voice is unsteady as she’s fumbling to find a reason why its not her fault, so she clears her throat. “ i’m late for training but… i mean, i technically have an excuse now, right ? being injured and everything ? “ her butt might be a bit red but that’s the extent of it all. still, she’s looking up to the other with innocent eyes as if she’ll agree it’s a good enough reason. 

time: 9pm

status: open, @enycstarters​

Bar hopping was a favorite pastime for Susie, and The Phoenix Bar was usually her first stop on a night out, and at times she’d make another appearance at the end of the night -- the atmosphere was that good. Since moving to New York, she immediately gravitated towards the establishment, becoming a safe space for her to truly be herself without worrying about having to hide her sexuality. This was who she was, and she was completely unapologetic about it. At the end of the day, who the fuck cares about what someone else thinks of you? The answer should always be no one.

“Let’s get another round.” The brunette beauty announced to the bartender, pulling out her credit card from her Givenchy purse. Oh, the perks of having a large social media following... the amount of free stuff she regularly received was envy inducing. “And...” Her gaze flittered over to the person by her side, her pink painted lips curving into a smile. “What are you having? Let me buy your next one.”

@enycstarters open to anyone ♥

she’s pretty sure dante will kill her if she’s late again. she’s never fond of being on the receiving end of his temper, so she’s sprinting as fast as she can to get to training on time. it’s just this one next turn and then — TH UD ! next thing she knows her ass is on the ground, a groan leaving her lips as she rubs at it. “ fuck. watch where you’re going maybe ? ” she suggests in complaint to the person she ran into since it obviously wasn’t her fault.