#event002.

“okay,  my  go  to  is  usually  AND  I  AM  TELLING  YOU  I'M  NOT  GOING,  but  …  is  that  too  much  ?!  i  don't  know  …  are  you  going  to  sing  ?  which  song  ?”

“Okay, so we know we can’t trust the police with this, right? It’s definitely on our hands now.” there was no indication of it whatsoever, but Vivian could never let an oportunity to put her murder mystery knowledge to good use pass by. “I’ve seen Clue a hundred times, y’know, I’m fully prepared for this kind of situation. So first, we search. There’s no way no one in this party saw something useful. We might need to pull some sleuthing skills out of our sleeves here. And you know it, Judas... we split up, we die.” being quite honest, Viv spotted too many theatric elements to take the night fully seriously  -  but when in a murder party, one might as well engage in a little sleuthing. Done with her own share of dramatics, Vivian approaches the man with a lighter expression. “And maybe while we’re at it, we can grab a few drinks downstairs? Kind of a busy night we got ahead of us.”   @judasinthecity​

          “Hey,”  Paris began as she leant forward on the table.  Her tater tots were almost gone.  Delicious golden brown to the very last bite, every time.  She couldn’t get enough of them.  “Carpenter, right?”  Jesus Christ, he was cute.  She couldn’t say she was angry at her parents for hiring him.  She somewhat invited herself into his business — but he was sitting all alone, and looking really bored while doing so.  Paris was certain he wouldn’t blame her for striking up a conversation.  “You probably don’t remember me; you worked on my parents’ house a couple weeks ago.  Are you here alone?  That seems a little dreary for Spring Fest.”

                   king’s nose crinkled up like an empty candy bar wrapped as his gaze fell on eden. not that he wasn’t happy to see her or anything. he was always more than happy to be in her presence, all of his insides melting into some kind of mush at the very thought of the striking brunette, but he was pretty surprised to see her in the library of all places. even though he realized people were forced into being there, he just kind of assumed she’d find some way to escape into the night to busy herself with something a lot more exciting. “ i didn’t know you read books, eden, ” he said, taking on a playful tone as he approached her. there were two red cups in his hand, both filled to the brim with beer with the purpose of being gulped down by king himself, but he figured he couldn’t stop himself from offering one to eden even if he wanted to. holding out a cup towards her, he was quick to flash the most charming smile he could muster. “ drink up, twinkle toes. it’s gonna be a long ass night. ”

he sends off two texts, one slightly more aggressive than the other -- because the nature of his and santi’s relationship wasn’t exactly easygoing -- but both with the same general message invitation. he’s lonely and time zone difference are going to keep him up all night. if that perk isn’t taken advantage of in precisely the manner he’s currently orchestrated it would be a loss to society. for an air of mystery, he turns his phone on silent and tosses it onto a nightstand. and with that, he reclines himself on the extravagant chaise lounger and he waits. // @vincentnilsson @santiagoxrodriguez 

finding  theodora  physically  linked  with  someone  else  was  to  be  expected  –  she  found  comfort  in  physical  touch.  so,  her  arm  is  linked  through  nesrin's  as  she  pulls  her  over  to  the  bar.  “i'm  starting  to  believe  everyone  is  lying  to  me  about  this  being  a  musical  town.  WHY  DOES  IT  SEEM  LIKE  NOBODY  CAN  SING  ?  ”

"okay, the boys are over there attempting to paint a pumpkin, which means i've got exactly five minutes to take a shot with you. and i mean singular shot-- i'm still on mom duty and i refuse to be out here embarrassing my son in these streets."