#monleon.event

DOWNTOWN MONLEON’S LAST FRIDAY EVENT

Every last Friday of the month, Monleon hosts an event that allows residents to unwind, spend time with their loved ones, and immerse themselves in the artsy, eclectic, and culture-driven community that they call home, transforming Monleon into an even livelier little city than usual. Walking down Mainstreet, residents will be able to gaze at the work of Monleon’s artist colony, gathering over 20 painters, potters, spinners, and more. Galleries, boutiques, speciality shops and restaurants alike open their doors to the public singing, dancing, strolling or serenading the community and its guests. 

Set amongst charming old Florida houses and flora, the vibe is as fresh and hip as the art itself. Enjoy music as Bayfront Marina Park comes alive with local and regional musicians, playing everything from jazz and blues to rock and roll and contemporary hits, swaying to the gentle tides and the whirl of sailboat masts, fluttering against a backdrop of vibe-worth tunes, food, drinks, and smiling faces. 

Whether you’re a local, new in town, or just passing through, Monleon welcomes you to celebrate the first Last Friday event of the new year, and enjoy the cool breezes and moonlight sky that is sure to bring our tight-knit community together.

IMPORTANT LINKS.

AROUND MONLEON 

MAP OF MONLEON

DETAILS.

WHO: Residents of Monleon and their families are invited to attend.

WHAT: Monthly Last Friday event held Downtown.

WHERE: Main Street, Downtown Monleon.

WHEN: In-character ⏤ Friday, Jan 29th from 5 PM to 11 PM; out of character –– Friday, Jan 29th to Feb 1st. Interactions open at noon!

DRESS CODE: None. Expect a 70°F Florida chill. 

POINT OPPORTUNITIES.

      So far, so good. No complaints about the food were brought back to the kitchen, which meant the head chef wasn’t being a stickler. It meant a few breaks were well earned with all the hard work put in. Slipping out of his dirty chef’s jacket, he rolls up the sleeves of his white button up -- worn just in case he got the chance to check into the event. 

      Shooting Ellie a text, he runs a hand through his hair as he scans the area. The atmosphere had a grin growing on his face as he weaved through the crowd. Scanning the crowd, he spots Ellie and taps on her shoulder. “Hello, ma’am. Can I bother you for a dance?” 

Wyatt was completely out of his element that night, knowing that it probably showed. He supported local fundraising initiatives, but his teaching salary did not leave a lot of disposable income for attending charity galas - the only reason he was in attendance that night was because a colleague had given him her ticket after she fell sick. After texting the babysitter for the fifth time that night to check in on Noelle, Wyatt plucked another champagne flute from a passing server. “Have you tried any of the cocktails yet? If so, what would you recommend?” he casually asked the person next to him near the bar. He was usually a beer drinker, at least when he did go out for a pint or two. But there was a long list of cocktails, keeping with the 1920′s theme -  Sidecar, The Southside, French 75 to name a few. There was the usual Old Fashioned on the menu, but this was his opportunity to explore different options rather than getting the safe one.

      Two drinks in hand, Lily weaves her way through the crowd. It’s been a mostly quiet evening. Not much to report. She hasn’t seen her brother or Bellamy for a while now. She has no doubt he’s terrorizing the wait staff. Or maybe he was actually behaving. Always hard to tell. She was down to the last few on the cocktail menu she hadn’t tried. It was now up to Cliodhna and her to finish their rating chart.

      Careful not to spill any, she slips between a few people before finding her friend. “I lost track of the names, but this the Old Fashioned. An oldie, but I haven’t tried the gala’s take on it. We must carry on. I think we have like three drinks left after this.” 

Rumors were scuttled around Atticus on East for weeks before the Gala, and yet whilst Emilia claimed to be immune to the curiosity that gripped her coworkers with the strength and might of Zeus, she had to admit–– she wondered, too, who would be catering the massive event. It wasn’t until the day prior that the restaurant’s name, a rival to the establishment she worked at, was splashed on the front cover of the local paper. She carefully examined the seemingly endless trays of food being passed around, raising her brow in appraisal at one shrimp cocktail that came her way. She comments to the individual beside her, “Monleon knows how to throw a 1920s extravaganza. Cocktails, Oysters Rockefeller’s, deviled eggs... I couldn’t have done it better myself.” There’s an embittered twist in her heart at the thought. “Think we’ll see blood at the auction?” 

Evie’s facial expression was rather blank as she danced with her partner, a colleague of her father’s that had always taken somewhat of a liking to the middle Rhodes child. “Mhm, Travis,” she responded nonchalantly as he complimented her on her ravishing beauty - ironically, the same beauty that he made fun of her for using when she was into pageantry. She had to resist every urge to slap him in the middle of the dance floor in the middle of all the gala’s attendees, but thankfully the song ended. Before Travis could ask for other dance, Evie quickly spotted someone out of the corner of her eye. “Sorry, gotta catch up with my friends,” she told him apologetically, faking a contrite smile as she sauntered off and joined the person she had seen. “How’s it going?” she asked, her lips pursed as she saw Travis still observing her movements. “Just came over to say hi - and to avoid a persistent dance partner,” she stated nonchalantly, looking at her chosen company. You better play along, the brunette thought.