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Robbie had lost who he had came with after the movie and he did really intend on finding them anyways. It wasn’t Darcy. It was just kinda someone he had met on the way in and they had agreed to sit together. He didn’t really get a chance to watch the movie because that person wouldn’t stop talking and so he wasn’t really upset that he had lost them. He headed straight to the after party as soon as the movie was over and headed over to the bar. He sat down and looked at the bartender. “A beer, please.” He started and then looked over at the person next to him. “How’d you like the movie?”

Stan was walking around during the evening, wanting to get out from the bar and the chaos that was there and have a secret smoke. It was addicting, and mixed with the alcohol, he was sure this night was going to be one he wouldn’t remember. Though right now, getting drunk and blacking out seemed like a plausible thing to do, and seemed to be the route he was going with. There were times that Stan wished he could disappear, or even become someone completely different, someone worthy of actually making it to the big leagues.

Jordan was doing their job, they told themselves, as they headed into the afterparty, feeling completely out of place. The red carpet had been a complete mess, the flashing lights mixed in with the shouting causing them to get flashbacks from the army, making them feel sick and uneasy. It had taken the blonde all they had in them to not react, instead trying to get out of the spotlight as quickly as possible. As the evening drew on, they got more and more relaxed, enjoying the film that had been on. It was nice for Jordan to go to the afterparty as well. Being stuck behind the bar hadn’t been that much fun and they were pleased to at least have the week out of their cover job. 

Of all the emotions Michael knew how to throw on like halloween costumes anger of this nature was not one of them. It was so strong and overwhelming he felt sickened and maddened by it all at once. It was the most human he’d felt in months since Wesley’s disappearance and the subsequent unfamiliar anxiety that came along with that. Now this. He needed to get his shit together because he could feel his mask slipping, and if the smooth porcelain of the exterior he crafted were to hit the floor it would break into a million pieces and reveal the truly cold and unfeeling reality underneath. Loitering by the bar, he ordered his fifth drink of the hour, immediately knocking it back once he received it before turning to the person nearest to him. With more calmness than he felt, he intoned, “How many movies about spoiled, whiny teenagers making poor life choices do they have to put out at these elitist film festivals anyway?”

For the first time in a while, Darcy had actually been nice at the Film Festival, although it wasn’t really by choice. The brunette had been asked by her potential manager that if she wanted to make it as a professional dancer, she would have to begin to make connections with the right people which meant that Darcy had to actually be polite and not as brass as she usually was. The brunette was actually relatively positive about the potential of becoming a dancer. Although it was everything against her new personality, it was the one part of her that she wanted to continue doing. Darcy needed to do something, getting to the point where she felt bored sitting around all day. She missed the days when she was in the gang, where she usually had something to do and where they were actually something. Her intentions were positive as well. If she didn’t do this, she was scared that she was going to go back to the same place where she’d want to find another gang. 

The fact that Aurora wasn’t comfortable in the environment was obvious from the shaking. A few years ago, this wouldn’t have even have caused the brunette to flinch but a lot had changed since then. Even though she’d been free from ex-boyfriend  for almost six months now, the trauma that had come about from the relationship never failed to go away. The socialite didn’t realise how controlling the male was until much later on before it was too late. She had managed to find a seat in the crowded party, sipping on a glass of water as she looked around her surroundings. She noticed a person look at her looked down, hoping that they wouldn’t come over. However, as she heard the footsteps approach her, she knew that she’d have to try and act like everything was alright. Looking up, Aurora smiled faintly at the other. “A-Amazing film, d-don’t you t-think?”

Persephone felt like she was at home at the Film Festival, she had been attending them since she was a little girl whenever her father was showing a festival at the Cannes Film Festival. This one was different, though, this was the first time that the brunette was actually in one of the movies and it was her achievement, not her deceased parents. The whole thing felt a little bittersweet as she knew that her parents couldn’t be there to support her this time and she was alone. Still, the brunette made sure that the alcohol dulled those feelings, causing her to seem like to the outside world that everything was alright. Despite the after-party being full of people, it didn’t take much for her to find familiar faces in the crowd. Smiling slightly, she grabbed yet another glass of champagne, smiling at the person who was watching her. “Aren’t you going to have one?”

Applauds filled the room as Anastasia finished her speech. If they were real or only for show, she didn’t know nor care about. Her feet were aching and her hands were shaking and she was having trouble breathing in her tight dress but she was enjoying herself. Which was a surprise, because she hadn’t at first. The crowds, the cameras, the people. She'd been in the limelight for years, so she was used to it, but she’d been keeping out of the public eye for some months now so it all felt new again. She liked it. As she stepped off the stage, she managed to spot a familiar face in the crowd and ran to them, hooking her arm around said persons shoulders. “The hostess with the mostess, at your service.” she said cheerily, adrenaline pumping through her veins. “Enjoying yourself, I hope? If not, we can totally sneak into the possibly non-existent broom closet.” A playful smile sprayed across Ana’s lips.