#lahqs.event

Ellison hadn’t planned on coming out tonight, but when Fallon invited her to her brother’s fundraiser and then additionally lent her a dress on top of having Walker over to be watched by Birdie’s nanny…well there was really no excuse at that point. Pulling at the top of her red dress a bit she didn’t know why she felt so self conscious, maybe because of what she knew that no one else did? Still, heading over to the bar she pressed her lips together, waiting to get the barman’s attention. “Uh, yes, a seltzer and lime juice please. Over ice.” She didn’t want to drink just in case but at least this one could potentially pass as a vodka soda and avoid any awkward questions. 

"I'm picking out your dress and you can pick mine," were words Eva thought she would regret. Mari proposed the idea and while Mari had never let Eva down before she had been overall nervous about it. But that's just how Eva had been lately. One giant ball of sad, nervous, and anxious. So maybe tonight she'd feel better? Or alternatively the first thing she did while at Lux was scan the crowd. She hadn't seen Hana in years and doubted she would recognize her, but Hana would definitely recognize Eva. Even though deep down she knew Hana wasn't here, Eva still wandered a bit, looking and hoping.

“...don’t forget that donation booths are set up all around the club, and there’s a silent auction being run with some pretty amazing things up for auction by some wonderful sponsors,  And most of all, thank you all for coming tonight. I know it means a lot to everyone at the hospital, and to me as well, every donation is going to help save a life, and we can’t really ask for more than that.  Thank you all so much again, from the bottom of our hearts, and please, go have some fun!” he ends his speech, and in true Elias Morgan fashion, finishes the last of his drink off before he heads off stage. He’ll probably need to get back up there soon, as he promised some people a song, but right now he needs another drink, and to start greeting people. Once he reaches the bar he just holds a hand up and the bartender knows, four fingers of their best whisky. When it’s settled in front of him, he takes a long drink from it and lets out a sigh “tell me that wasn’t a complete bomb,” he says to the person next to him, “even if it’s a lie.”

He knew he should have gone and seen the people he was close to first, but he also knew that they would wait for him, and understand while he schmoozed and shook hands and made sure people were donating to the cause.  He’s had Casey at his side for most of the night, introducing her to donors, and of course, just wanting to be close to her, but eventually the did have to go talk to different people, so Elias left Casey to her conversation with someone associated with her work, and so he seeks out first a drink, four fingers of scotch that he’s not sure is his fourth or fifth drink, and then he makes his way over to Tatum, who he said hello to earlier, but didn’t actually get to stop and talk to. “Tatum,” he begins as he sidles up next to her, offering her the glass of champagne he pulled off a passing waiter, “you look love, as per usual,” he continues, raises his eyebrows “I hope the hospital is happy with what’s going on here,” he says, and the nervousness in his voice is evident, even when he swallows the rest of his glass to try to stop it.