#verpevent1

As she ends up during most parties, Chessie is drunk -- Stumbling around, slurred words, bottle in hand drunk. Nothing close to the black out she’d reached at Halloween, but certainly teetering far too close to ending up hiding in a bathroom while puking her guts out. She’d lost count of the amount of drinks she had -- It’s hard to keep track when sipping straight from the bottle. She’d lost Sebastian, at some point. Somewhere after their quickie in the guest room, she’d found herself among a sea of strangers, before catching sight of a familiar face, hiding in a corner. Rowan.

Grinning ear to ear, she made her way to him, “Rowan!” The greeting is loud, as if she’s run into a sorority sister. “Hi friend,” she continued, voice thankfully returning to a proper volume. It could only be justified by the amount of vodka in her system, given that the two would never greet one another in such a manner while sober. An arm moved to wrap around his shoulder, leaning against him. While she was grateful to see a friendly face, the sight of him provoked an idea: Coke. Buying more from Rowan meant the night wouldn’t end any time soon -- And frankly, passing out after the ball dropped was the last thing she wanted. She was having good time, trying to let loose -- There’s nothing wrong with that, Chessie justified. She’s just ending the new right. ... Right? “Did you -- bring anything with you?” Her own vices get the best of her, finger waggling in front of him, gesturing to his coat. “Ya’know, party favors? A lil’ blow?” Discretion was no longer a friend, at least, not in this state -- Surely, she’d regret this conversation in the morning.

PLOT DROP 001 -- bare it all.

As the last model reaches the end of the runway, the lights go out, the music ends, and confusion takes over -- What’s going on? An answer is quickly found, with none other than Celia Santos appearing on screen, half naked and on top of Sebastian O’Riley. It becomes clear what’s being shown to the audience, and just as quickly as it came on, the home-movie ends. A sex tape wasn’t part of the plan for the relaunch, especially not one that featured O’s step-sister, but it’s solidified FREYA as the true provocateur of the Upper East Side, surely earning O a spot on the front pages of any and every magazine. At least now, the party guests will have plenty of things to talk about over cocktails. 

In fact, he had paid so little attention that, without a friendly nudge, he would have probably missed both the blackout and his twenty seconds of celebrity. It wasn’t the girl he was making eyes at earlier. A different pair of eyes was haunting him at the moment being, but the spell broke quickly as soon as he recognized the sight of Celia with an instinctive amused simper on his face. Passively watching with the rest of the world, like a deja-vu of a bit too many drinks and nights ago, he didn’t try to catch the others’ attention or eye his co-star. Wherever she was, he imagined she would be having a good laugh at the good memory too. 

Not for a second did it occur to Sebastian that the public display, albeit short, could look strange, embarrassing or too revealing in the eyes of others. To him, it was a good joke and nothing else, asking not too many questions about how it got there. A friends’ night out in two, with such a pleasant ending (though they’d seen just the beginning) was too good of a memory not to be shared with other friends. With a dismissive shrug, he chuckled for himself sauntering to the hotel lobby. 

When the next person stopped in front of him, he made eye contact with an entertained expression on his face, like a child who knew he’s done wrong, but who is proud of himself to the end. He couldn’t maintain eye contact for longer than half a second, before bursting into honest, careless, content laughter. His shoulders didn’t hesitate to raise in a what can I do? manner.

“I am aware she’s a professional actress, but I think I did pretty good too. Don’t you think I could be in it for a nomination?” he shrugged dreamily, turning the topic into something lightly.

The sight of Buffy brings a smirk to her lips, a light laugh passing in the same movement. “Well,” she begins, giving the other woman a once over. Her relationship was complicated, to say the least -- Chessie’s loyalty remained with FREYA, and O, but Buffy was close to Wren, leaving her know choice but to be... Well, at least cordial. “Aren’t you bold, B.” An eyebrow cocked, head tilted to the side. “You’re the last person I thought I’d see here. But then again...” Chessie trails off, eyes rolling at the thought of the events from earlier. “Your little stunt had quite the outcome. Emphasis on cum.” The joke is crude, but it brings another laugh to her lips. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure if Buffy had anything to do with the sex tape, but knew it wasn’t far-fetched to assume.

On the evening of SEPTEMBER 21ST, the Kirbey Hotel hosted the relaunch of the Haus of FREYA, with their event: REBIRTH. The evening went off without a hitch, until the last model reached the end of the runway. The lights cut out, and the music stops -- None other than scorned starlet, CELIA SANTOS appears on screen, half naked and on top of SEBASTIAN O’RILEY. Their sex tape steals the show, cut short as fast as it began, leaving the cocktail party with much more entertainment than intended. You can read more about the event here, as well as the plot drop, here. Under the cut, you will find recaps of each character’s night.