she straightened her dress as she walked into the space, looking for any familiar faces that she could spend time with and make this event less boring. ( @exitiumstarters )

Tugging at his collar with an agitated groan, Oliver pushed past the security on the door, ensuring to make his discontentment known for the forced invitation. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were lambs being led to the slaughter.

As per usual, the wolf made easy work of locating the bar; placing his arm down against the countertop without even giving the bartender the chance to speak.

"Make em doubles and keep em coming." That was the only real guarantee that he was going to survive the evening, by a healthy dose of self medicating. Having cut in, he figured that it was a gesture of goodwill as he motioned to the individual beside him "an' whatever their having too."

As everyone started panicking and running, TJ opted to run and hide, at least so he could recover from Nathan's beating. Finding a spare room away from the centre of it all, he let out a frustrated yell, though his throat was pretty sore from being choked out. Knocking his head against the wall, he repeated "shibal" (fuck). How the hell was he going to get out of this one? Or had he cornered himself with no escape? His face was still running with blood after Nathan's attack, and that guilty look? Everyone was going to be out for OEA blood, and he was perhaps their easiest target.

@exitiumstarters

"Speaks volumes on them if they have to force people to come to their parties," Mackenzie chuckles as a figure approached her table, digits setting her bottle of bear down on the table before motioning for the other to join her. "Free alcohol though? I mean, can't say no to that can ya?"

aliyah's hand rested on the elbow of the man who asked to accompany her to the gala. she wasn't the type that needed to have a date but she knew it would be a good look for her family and for the oea if she brought an innocent human date with her. her eyes scanned the room once they entered, immediately spotting someone. "i'm parched, would you get me a drink? the bar is over there." her red painted nail pointed in the direction for him before she removed her hand from his arm. the huntress made her way towards her target once her date had walked off. "enjoying the gala so far?"

"was the bow tie too much?" he asked, one hand raising to fidget with the accessory around his neck. after being stuck in a prison world, feeling the strength that the moon flowing through his veins every single day, he prefered to feel less restricted, less confined. "no, wait, don't answer that." he said to the person next to him at the bar, shaking his head as he reached for his drink that the bartender had just placed in front of him.

✧ ― an evening to die for: event002 ― ✧

A generous invitation has been extended to all citizens of New Orleans, human and supernatural alike. Residents will find themselves waking up to the news that they have been invited to attend the ANNUAL WINTER GALA hosted by none other than the OEA.

Their message reads as follows:

'You are hereby invited to join us for an unforgettable evening of fine entertainment, where differences are to be put aside as we look to a way to work together for a greater future.'

Location: OEA HEADQUARTERS Date: 02/03 Time: 19:00 HOURS

A temporary truce has been called upon and for one evening the curfew has been lifted as the city is encouraged to join in with the celebrations. The invitation states two requirements, the first being that the dress code is strictly black tie and second, attendance is non negotiable. Cars will be deployed to our guestlist shortly before the celebrations intend to begin, so don't be late. The decorations are immaculate, the guest list is at its capacity and the bar is open. What could possibly go wrong?

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