#lomkevent4

Seth wasn’t quite sure how he had gotten wrapped up in this gala besides the pure need for men and women to fight over him. Sure, it was all money that went to charity but a bet meant that they still wanted him. And if he ended up being the highest on the ticket, it wouldn’t be a surprise but it would be a jolt to his confidence that wasn’t needed. Either way, it seemed like a win-win. Hell, maybe Tori would bid on him to keep him from hooking up with whatever lucky woman was going to win. He knew that he shouldn’t but he wasn’t always sure if a guilty conscience would stop him from ruining yet another relationship and his last shot with Tori. Still, this was for the school that Harley and Zane went to so he wanted to get big bucks for their classrooms and music programs.

She barely notices someone joining her at the table as she moves cupcakes around in an absent minded attempt to fix the mess that’s been created, not one to ever take her eyes off the prize even when she’s being interrupted. “You can blame Rowan for the ones that look like shit,” she comments in reference to the icing, only briefly looking up as she’s got her focus settled on trying her best to make everything look less ugly. “She’s no artist.”

It had been far too long since he’d been able to let loose with Rowan by his side -- The last event he’d gone to that wasn’t hosted by his mother was the Founder’s Festival, and well... Things had been a bit more complicated at that point. The thought brought a smile to his face, considering how far they’d come since then. Moved in together, raising a son... It all brought on the thought of marriage, one that left him staring at the wedding band he kept tucked in his worn out wallet. One he hadn’t worn in five years. It didn’t help that the setting made his heart swell -- The sight of her in a fancy dress, with Benny in her arms practically had him on his knees, still in awe that they had found one another again, that they were living the life they’d nearly missed out on. Now, with Benny having gone with Rhea for a ‘grandma sleepover’, the two were able to let their hair down for the evening. The shots in his hands were evidence enough, a mischievous grin at his lips. “Bottoms up, baby.” He says as he hands one to her. “Bottoms up.”

Maddox had agreed to be auctioned off for the school event in spite of the fact that he and Reina had been on the outs for the last two months. He’d gotten the suit that he and Reina picked out together out of the back of the closet for the event, knowing that it would never not be black tie when Reina could buy a gown for such events. Nervously, he packed everything he needed, praying that he didn’t forget anything. Sure, it wouldn’t be too hard to dip out and head back to his quiet house for whatever it may have been but he didn’t want to put strain an already awkward night. Backstage, Maddox got ready, staring in one of the mirrors trying once, twice, three times to tie his damned tie. He wasn’t sure if it was the nerves of going on stage or the idea that maybe Sutton wouldn’t win and Maddox would have to go on a date with some other woman he may or may not know. But both made his hands fumble over the silk tie repeatedly.

LOMK EVENT 004 -- bachelor auction.

The Harris House is among one of the oldest, and most historic homes in Olympus -- The Harris family was one of the first to settle in the small town at the turn of the century, and the large, Victorian style manor has since been deemed a historic sight. It serves as a meeting ground for the Olympus Historic Society, and serves as a venue for events -- If you’re willing to pay the price. This year, for their back to school charity event, the Olympus PTA will be holding a Bachelor Auction at the Harris House, with the proceeds going to benefit funding for the new school year. Aside from the auction, there will be food, an open bar, as well as live music at this Gala. The auction will be taking place in the evening, in the front lawn of the Harris House, but guests are more than welcome to move inside and outside of the historic home. Reina Thane, head of the Olympus PTA, will be the emcee for the evening. All residents of Olympus are invited to attend -- This a strictly black tie affair, and should be treated as such. While MC members are invited to attend, it is asked that no gang paraphernalia be present at the event. 

This event will be held on SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 7TH, beginning at 7 PM EST. In the roleplay, this event is one night only. For the sake of everyone being able to interact with one another and get threads going regardless of schedules, this event will go on from SEPTEMBER 7TH, until 11:59 PM EST on SEPTEMBER  14TH. All starters for this event should be tagged as #LOMKEVENT4. More OOC information can be found under the cut! 

Reina genuinely doesn’t even know where to begin when it comes to Jack and how the night’s been going so far. It’d started with him showing up late, though she supposes it’d been a feat in itself that he’d shown up at all, and Reina had been glaring in his direction every time she saw him long before the auction started. They somehow hadn’t managed to cross paths, though, and the glaring continued through the auction from her place at the podium on stage, increasing every time he made a stupid bid or did something to generally annoy her. And then at the end of it all he was up, standing so close to her she felt like she was going to suffocate and being bid on by not only his rivals but random women in the crowd, women she now wanted to strangle, and he’d been smirking through it all. To make matters worse, Rowan had let the bidding get a little too close to closing for comfort until she finally put down the closing bid on his name and Reina hadn’t been able to get out the word ‘sold’ fast enough. It’s been a goddamn night, and it’s not even half over yet.

So now, she’s decided to start with him where she’d originally to planned before the bidding fiasco that’d ended with her turning her glares toward Rowan and a 10,000 dollar price tag on him. He’s an easy find even in the midst of the chaos, though he’s thankfully away from the crowd and in a secluded corridor of the Harris House, and Reina wastes no time rounding on him as soon as she spots him. “A prenup? Really?” She takes the forged document out of her clutch and slams it into his chest without a second thought, her anger getting the best of her. She’d had it at the ready, knowing good and well that he’d be here and it’d be her first opportunity to give him an earful after he’s been away the last couple of weeks. “I’d never fucking sign this if my life depended on it and you know it. Nice signatures, by the way,” she says, referring to the various forms of ‘No’ that he’d signed throughout their divorce paperwork. “That was very mature.”

As frustrated as he was with Irene, the feeling was mutual when it came to Oliver. He knew the two were on decent terms, oddly enough, but the fact that she was willing to drop four grand on him was telling of where their relationship stood. They’re both adults, though -- Andy would never try to tell Oliver not to speak to someone. But there’s an ache in his stomach that comes from Irene Fisher, considering she’d been a consistent source of heartache for Rowan. There’s an strange twinge of betrayal that comes with the feeling, confused as to why Ollie didn’t seem to have an interest in pushing back against the bid. It leaves him suspicious of both of their motives, eyes narrowed as he catches sight of the other man. “Hey,” he greets casually enough with a nod, pausing to take a sip of the drink in hand. It gives him a chance to sort through what to say, and the buzz he’s currently riding. Thanks to the latter, he gets right to the point: “The fuck is going on with you and Irene?” His tone isn’t exactly accusatory, not yet at least, his voice stern and confusion evident.