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Bridgette had been back and forth about attending the event until a few hours before hand, quickly throwing together a costume that felt more like lingerie and calling it Wonder Woman. As soon as she made it inside she made a beeline for the bar, ordering and downing several shots until she felt the alcohol starting to kick in. “Hey!” She called out to a familiar face as she threw back another shot, “Come here! Do one with me!” She leaned over and called for the bartender to order another round. 

“you know, the reason why i settled on blackwork tattoos is because one: it looks sick as fuck, but two: i don’t have to do fucking script bullshit,” jack pointed out to his company, reaching for his pint in front. “because guess fucking what? had some free time this afternoon so squeezed in a walk in, some girl wanting the word ‘happiness’ in script and i dunno man, maybe i just got something on the brain but i geninely fucking inked it as ha - penis. like, the word fucking penis is on her arm forever and she didn’t even check it before! so yeah i dunno man, don’t fucking ask someone who can’t spell to write you a word permanently i guess.” @mancstart​

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Will couldn’t even remember how he’d ended up on a couch, next to someone as the other told him a story. Was it a story? Was it a question? He’d zoned out so much in the past 5 seconds that he really couldn’t remember a single word of what had been said. What he had done was nod his head as the other spoke, everything going over it. “Yeah... that’s such a cool story!” His words were slurred already. as he brought his glass to his lips, shooting them a grin, hoping that it wasn’t obvious how trashed he really was. His glass wasn’t even half empty, yet another detail that had conveniently been forgotten as he spoke again, “Fancy a round of shots?” @mancstart​

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It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for people at the bar to get rowdy, often times leaving Paola hollering over them to try and keep the peace before security came to toss one or all of them out. However it seemed like things were more rowdy than usual, her yelling over them only egging them on until she felt a splash across the front of her and then the shattering of glass as it hit the bar. “Are you fucking serious” She stepped back, wiping her face before groaning and looking around for where she’d stashed her bag under the bar. “Get them the fuck out” She pointed to the offending group before whipping her shirt over her head and tossing it towards her things, grabbing extra shirt she kept for emergencies. “Hold on I’ll be with you in a minute” She said to the person who walked up to the bar. @mancstart​