#masters.event

santos was strong– in the physical sense sure, but he was strong when it came to just about everything else, most specifically his emotions– there could be a whirlwind brewing inside of him, but his outside would be cold, resembling stone. but after last week's events, a lot of people saw a completely different side to him– and he would do it again if it meant protecting his daughter. it was freeing in a sense though, and a small part, a very small part of him was grateful for it all in a weird way. “ another, please. ” he motioned to the bartender to refill the empty shot glass in front of him.

Tom loved a good theme. They were known to throw a Halloween party together for many birthdays growing up. Tom was almost infamous for them at this point and it was sad having to leave most of their most prized creations and finds back home and their heart ached learning about the impending gala. They did not have nearly enough time to plan and the event was on Tom’s mind as they mindlessly sketched while conversing with their coworker at the cafe around the corner. “I think I’m going to feel undressed at whatever the theme is this year I just don’t feel I’ll be able to fashion anything remarkable with what I’ve got the time for, you know? That’s why I really like real broad concepts pitted against each other as themes. Like creation and destruction for example, you know?”

➥ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟎𝟎𝟐.

THERE WAS A thrill in wearing new clothes, even more so when said clothes were luxurious and heavy in the best way. of course, the heaviness of the dress she was wearing now contrasted directly with the emptiness of her bank account and she’d probably be eating ramen for a few months, but she just couldn’t make herself care -- she always believed she should dress for the way she wanted to be perceived and she felt like a goddess in her bedazzled dress, so she knew it would be impossible for this night to go wrong. 

aylin stopped herself from toying yet again with her headpiece, another expensive investment, when she realized she should probably network a little. snatching a champagne flute ( that she didn’t really intend to drink the contents of ) from a nearby waiter, she made her way towards the person closest to her. ❝ what exactly are we supposed to do at an event like this ? ❞ she had always dreamed of attending galas like this one, but she never realized how boring they could be. ❝ i mean, no one really waltzes anymore so i feel like even dancing is off the menu. ❞

gwendolyn laila haim as griffin (olson)

for as kind as the day-pass offered to him was, the original plan had been to give it to his neighbor -- single mother with the perfectly aged preteen for coney island. he’d gone once before -- very cute, very ‘must see,’ but not necessarily worth a second visit... until they looked it up online, just to double-check, and saw that they would be missing the mermaid parade if they didn’t attend this year ! thus, standing on the boardwalk and waiting for it to begin, a small bag of kettlecorn in his arms, he caught the eye of a coworker. on an average day, he would let them be... but this was no average day. they slowly jogged up to catch them and asked the most important question: “ did you also see that the mermaid parade is today ? ”