#dd.event01

she’s been through the gala routine before, but this year seemed a little more.... important. she was a detective now, after all. sure, she still went with her father (more formality & routine at this point) but they parted ways early in the evening. now, the normally stoic and prickly detective was a couple champagne flutes in, fresh off the dance floor. it was nothing unseemly, she still had all her wits about her, but she was also happy to see an old friend from when she was a beat cop and didn’t mind having a moment of dance together. now, she went off once again to the side of the room, smiling at a familiar face, “you have any fun yet? it’s healthy, once in a while.”

for someone who spends most of her days in dark jeans and combat boots ( and most of her days off in shorts and oversized sweatshirts ) , it might come as a surprise to people that beatriz loves dressing up. she just never gets the chance to do it. sure , the dress is tight and her feet hurt , but it’s fun. it feels nice to step out of the precinct and not worry about all the terrible things that go on in the world. she’ll face those the next morning. right now , she stands next to the photo booth , holding up a paper mustache — one of those props that people just loved to pose with in their pictures. “ i can never make up my mind about these , ” she muses as someone approaches. “ i don’t know if they’re are horribly cheesy or just plain adorable. ”

“this is some party!” his voice is a little too loud, even over the boom of the club’s music. “you ask me, this should’ve been the whole thing.” rudy gives a little shoulder shimmy in the direction of their friend --- or, at least, someone he considers a friend. “c’mon! you having fun? let’s dance!” 

the gala is , plain and simple , a work event. there’s nothing special about it , nothing exciting. it’s an obligation. by attending , alex cabot is merely fulfilling her duty as one of the many adas that work under manhattan district attorney. she smiles , takes pictures , rubs elbows with everyone that she has to , but the moment she’s released from her duties , she gravitates towards the open bar. “ give me a martini , dry , three olives. ” she looks at the bartender like their life depends on her instructions ( and not like she’s asking for a fairly basic cocktail ). once they’re off to make her drink , she looks down at her phone. she could be out there doing work , instead she’s stuck here. as she feels someone walking up to her , she swiftly slips her phone into her pocket. “ the open bar is a hit , isn’t it ? ”

“ why is it — ” he stands with one hand on his hip , the other gesticulating wildly as he presents his companion with a question. “ — that whenever there’s some fancy schmancy event like this one , ” he points at the stage with his thumb , “ there’s always some lame band playing the same ol’ borin’ songs ? ” sonny likes these functions ( especially when he doesn’t have to pay for them ) , but the music always leaves something to be desired. “ seriously , this just makes me wanna fall asleep , not really dance. ”

it’s time ! our first event has officially BEGUN !! remember , it’s completely optional , and whether or not your character is attending the gala , you CAN continue non-event threads ! don’t forget tag all open gala starters with dd.event01 , and if you’re sharing your character’s outfit , tag that with dd.gala !!