𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

          "   don't   tell   me   you're   planning   to   sit   here   all  night.   "    jaerin   easily   sidles   up   to   someone   once   she   enters   the   dinosaur   hall,   elevating   her   voice   so   she   can   be   heard.   "   there's   drinks   and   music,   no   need   to   be   a   wallflower   tonight.   "   she   takes   their   hand   without   question   and   instantly   begins   moving   toward   the   dance   floor,   where   thriller   plays   loudly   over   the   speakers.   "   c'mon,   dance   with   me   and   i'm   not   taking   no   for   an   answer   !   "

"i'm curating an aesthetic at the moment." marco tells her, words a bit unintelligible as an unlit cigarette sits perched from his lips. he grabs a pack of matches from his pocket, poised to light one when suddenly he's grab and pulled to the floor, unlit cigarette and matches falling to the ground, "hey!" he doesn't resist, though he groans, "i'm not one for dancin'. never been my strong suit." dating back to his guest star stint on victorious this has been well-documented, "best i can do is sway a little." he insists

“ ah ah ah, don't forget, querido. i know you don't have an economically sensible bone in your body. ” she feels the familiar weight of his arm on her back and for a brief moment, it almost feels like nothing's changed. but she's quick to push that recognition aside. nostalgia's a trap. “ yeah, sure. whatever. i guess the shirt's a good look, ” she admits, “ but dicaprio's got a yacht to go with it. ” shoulders roll into a nonchalant shrug, but mouth twitches like it wants to smile as he tries to compliment her. “ nothing rude to say, ” echoes she, tongue clicks with a tsk-ing sound. “ are you going soft on me, kavak ? ” josefina squints at him, skeptical. “ you're being suspiciously nice. which makes me think either you've grown as a person or... you're trying to lull me into a false sense of security so you can hit me with a backhanded compliment later. ”

"well, since you think i'm allegedly not economically sensible then maybe i'll just buy a yacht and then i'll be on the same level. maybe you'' score an invite to the maiden voyage." he winks, smile wide as he teases her. when they're like this, it feels as if their months apart have been mere hours. sometimes it scares him a little bit. "me? soft? when have you ever known me to be soft?" he flashes a smirk at josefina, shaking his head, "if i have a few more drinks i might just give you a few more real compliments. so you should probably stay away from me for the rest of the night." he lifts his drink to his lips for a sip to punctuate the statement before humming, "though, i'll expect a few compliments in return, so start thinking of things you like about this outfit. or just go for my looks. that's always a winning line of compliments. and never not true."

❝ miss eve, will you take a photo with me? ❞   hand was extended toward the other woman, juliet's smile vibrant. not officially on the clock, though it hadn't stopped her from silently assessing the costumes around her, femme had allowed herself a few extra drinks — one of the brews the witch behind the bar had put together had been pretty strong.

celine grabbed her hand without hesitation, warm smile spreading across her face, "it would be my honor." her free hand clutched her second cocktail of the night as she was trying her best to pace herself. "do we need props?" she looked at the options on the nearby table, "or do the costumes do a lot of the work?" she paused before adding, "you look incredible, by the way."

𖥻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱.  𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆‚  @spincless 𖥻 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:  dance floor

"well, last time we spoke you told me i better show you i know how to have a good time rather than just promising, so i guess you have to count me in." arda chuckles, tilting his head slightly as he grins back at her, "what sort of illegal fun are we talking? lines off of someone's stomach or attempting to steal the t-rex skeleton?"

     9:30 pm,   the museum,   wildlife exhibit.

marco looks down at his outfit then at his sister, frowning, "i searched high and low for this jacket on ebay. the hunt took weeks." he's exaggerating, but it sure felt that way. he looks at her costume and hums, "playboy bunny was my second choice, so i guess it's good i went with this look, huh? would've been awkward if we were wearing the same thing." he teases with a snort.

journalist drapes an arm around his shoulder despite being shorter, high heels doing their best to close the height gap. she's not drunk, but the champagne buzz is enough to color her cheeks and make her forget about personal space. “ what are you supposed to be, finance bro who peaked in college ? ” josefina pulls back, a lopsided grin tugging at her lips as she sizes him up, brown hues lingering a little too long on the white polo. the costume is easy enough to guess, but it's more fun to tease him. “ actually, i'm pretty sure i've seen this very same shirt in your closet months ago, ” dainty digit pokes him in the chest a few times, “ are you dressed as your linkedin profile picture ? ”

he wraps his arm around her back, snorting at her words, "god forbid a man choose an economically sound costume to wear." he, in fact, chose this costume because he owned all the pieces necessary. he's thinking smarter not harder. "and i look very good in this shirt, even better than mr. dicaprio, some may say." he teases, eyes drawn to his ex as she taunts him. not that he minds, this is part of the fun, honestly. "you know full well that my linkedin profile picture is me in my best suit, i wouldn't be caught dead so casual on such an important platform." arda laughs then, standing at arm's length to get a better look at her costume, his hand resting on her shoulder, "i have nothing rude to say about your look, actually. i'm going to take the high road and tell you just how great this one is on you."

𖥻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱.  𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆‚  @spincless. 𖥻 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻:  trick or treating at around 3:30 am

exhausted with her heels clutched in one hand, celine certainly does not expect so many words to come falling out of the man's mouth. but she figures late night and drug use can indeed produce a monologue nearly worthy of the pages of a david mamet work. she leans against the wall and listens, sipping casually at the water she'd managed to locate about half an hour ago. she tries to avoid involving herself in scandals and headline-worthy affairs these days, but hearing about them is something else entirely. celine is not a gossip, but it doesn't mean she doesn't like knowing things. and nicholas is divulging a lot of information. when he finishes, she doesn't comment on the others involved or ask follow up questions, instead she holds out her cup of water, "i think you could use some water." she lets her heels drop to the floor, sigh passing her lips, "being locked in a museum is a great time for something like this, huh? nothing like no escape and copious amounts of cocaine to drive good decision-making." she tilts her head slightly, studying him, lips pursed almost in contemplation, "do you plan on talking to the others involved? because if not, there are plenty of places to hide in this place. that's one big pro on this situation." maybe the only one, "the planetarium sounds like the perfect spot, though i'm partial to the butterfly conservatory."

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱   starter   for  arda  kavak   [  @spincless  ] around  2:12  am  museum  hallways 

he looked up at the sound of the familiar voice, grinning and holding a hand to his chest, "you're talking to me?" he joked, walking toward milie, "you know, there are laws against making threats, right?" he clutched a cocktail in his hand ( he'd lost count of how many he'd had ) and asked, "having fun? scared we're going to have a night at the museum situation?"

     anytime,   the museum,   the potion cart.

marco looks up from his own appraisal of the potions and shrugs, "i'd give it a good 20% water, if only for the joke. but probably water with some sorta flavoring in it, make people think maybe it isn't water. y'know, when people act drunk for attention or whatever else?" he selects an orange-ish 'potion' and studies it, "really hope this one has real liquor, though."

 "   oh   ,   for   fuck’s   sake   —   "   cooper   groaned   ,   dragging   a   hand   down   his   face   as   the   rest   of   the   yellowjackets   howled   with   laughter   behind   him.   he   stepped   forward   ,   tactical   pants   and   tight   black   turtleneck   not   exactly   blending   in   ,   and   lifted   both   hands   in   mock   surrender.   “   right.   that   one’s   on   me.   ”   his   voice   was   thick   ,   the   rough   edge   of   a   man   who’d   smoked   too   much.   “   was   supposed   to   be   a   friendly   toss   ,   not   —   ”   he   glanced   at   the   splattered   mess   ,   then   back   up   at   the   victim   ,   mouth   twitching.   “   —   a   bloody   airstrike.   you   alright   ?   ”

marco always expected these things to go a little awry. that was sort of the way. and he liked it, always had, the disorder is what made it fun. so when he got absolutely nailed by a flying apple, he wasn't exactly surprised and he wasn't angry either. it was amusing, if anything. he stooped down and picked up the apple, looking at cooper and chuckling, "nah, don't worry about it. i can take a hit." not really, but he could pretend. he took a bite of the apple with a loud crunch and shrugged, "i'm more of a golden delicious kinda guy myself, but this'll do." he joked, holding the apple out toward cooper, "unless your guys want this back?"

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱   starter   for  celine  matarazzo   [  @spincless  ] around  10:12  pm  museum  auditorium   

celine laughed, shaking her head as she grinned at milie and teased, "well, it's no matarazzo, but i think you pulled it off." she stood back slightly, looking the other up and down with an 'appraising' gaze, "no, no, of course, you look incredible. you always look incredible." she assured her, "you would probably even look good in a potato sack, but i'm glad you decided against that look for tonight."

“  afraid you’re gonna like it,  sourface?  ”  she teased.  “  oh, c’mon, it’s not like a prescription.  you can have a little,  see if a matcha smoothie will give a little pep in your step in the mornings.  ”

"no! i simply know myself too well. i'm a man of habit when it comes to my caffeine. i like what i like!" then he paused, giving her a withering look, "well, if you ordered one, maybe i would try it. but that's it."