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Saturday nights at LUX were busy, as was expected out of a club. There was a line out side, the dance floor was packed and the VIP rooms were nearly filled. The bartenders were doing fine on their own but Elias was back and forth between mingling and doing business as well as slinging drinks when he had a moment.  Right now he had a moment, since his time at the club was cut down currently, it was nice to be back in the swing of things for a bit, so he had a towel thrown over his shoulder and was currently pouring a drink for a girl who had written her number down on approximately three napkins that she sent his way but could not take no for an answer, when he saw the movement of someone taking a seat down at the bar out of the corner of his eye. Once he poured the drink he sat a clean napkin down and pushed it towards the girl before he switched to the next customer, “Well hello,” he greets, eyebrows going up, annoyingly charming smile on his face “what can I get you?”

It wasn’t often Casey got the chance to actually do something nice for her family, with work constantly at the forefront of her life she would give that her full focus, but it was Sunday morning after all. If she could pick up some pastries to stop Elias having to do it then she might as well. The twins had woken her up at five am anyway. “Uh, I’ll take two cinnamon, two chocolate, and two plain.” The brunette told the woman behind the counter with a brief tight smile, before dipping into her handbag to find her phone and instantly opening her e-mails. Being out didn’t mean she could take a break. 

"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.

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. 

Standing on the beach in Malibu isn’t a place Eva ever expected to be again. Not after Hana moved away. And truth be told Eva hadn’t expected to be living in California either. It’s why they broke up. But Eva was back here and Hana wasn’t. She had gone back to their favorite spot on the beach not too far from where Hana used to live. The pangs of missing Hana turned to waves she was drowning in. Eva standing alone on a beach, near tears. Not that they fixed anything, and truth be told reminiscing didn’t help one bit.

“...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.”