#mwevent04

Everywhere he looked it was a newly disgusting scene. Someone in a rented dress losing the deposit along with their lunch, the barely avoidable tsunamis that leapt up every time someone dived into the pool, the endless cries of chug, chug, chug. Whoever said that children are our future must have been quite the nihilist. 

Eddie was so lost in his thoughts that he barely even noticed the person who sidled up next to him, two drinks in hand. Unless they were a hardened alcoholic, Eddie deduced that one of them was meant for him. 

An inside connection (and a discreetly slipped 50) was all Damion needed to weasel his way to the pop-up bar that Troy had at the event. Behind the bar, the chin-dimpled doctor made bottles soar and glasses shake, enjoying his temporary task as he catered to whomever asked. With a dash of his charms, he could get away with nearly everything.

As another attendee approached his counter, the man grinned, never breaking a stride as he effortlessly poured into a chilled glass. “What can I get you? Dionysus at your service.” 

Maeven carried a dinky tackle box with medical supplies in it, gripping the handle with her good hand and holding the one with the broken finger close to her so she didn’t catch it on anything as she traveled through the wreckage. People were aiding each other all around her, but there were still so many who were injured and in need of medical attention. Not to mention people who would have to be checked for crush injuries, and the many who would have to be moved to Chicago for treatment after this was all said and done.

An individual caught Maeven’s eye and she came to them, taking their hand in hers. “Hey, hey, are you okay?” She looked into the person’s eyes and smiled reassuringly. “Dr. Graves.” She took the hand she held and shook it gently. “Talk to me and tell me what you’re feeling, okay?”

Finding the crowd that spilled onto the street, her eyes wandered the faces and looked for one handsome cop that she’d be set up with. Spotting Julian she straightened herself out one last time, before stepping forward. “Hey” he greeted with a soft smile, both hands grasping at her clutch so she didn’t have to wonder what to do with her arms. “So sorry i’m late. I could make up some really convincing and understandable excuse as for why I wasn’t her twenty minutes ago. But honestly I lost track of time at work”

This year’s spring fling will be hosted by Troy Bar & Lounge on May 4th, 2018 at 5pm. 

@salvagingsloan

Eventually she found her way to the popup bar and ordered a shot of whiskey. She liked to have a good shot and then chase it with a slow-nursed martini. It was her signature when she wanted to feel good, but didn’t want to feel too good. She thanked the bartender and smirked at the person next to her.