#yatesevent007

text ► henry

the band’s last song had come to fade out, the sound of endless chatter filling the void the music had left. masses of glitter-adorned yates society members spanned the deck, ellie peering out at them all as she walked through the momentary darkness—the closer lights having faded out—and approached a microphone. they stayed off as she leaned toward it. a cold open, no instruments backing her up. “why does my heart cry?” her singing voice crooned through the speakers, possessing a striking likeliness to a young jennifer connelly. “feelings i can’t fight...” another beat of relative quiet, a hand raising to hold the stand near her torso. “roxanne.” the lights on either side breathed back to life, bathing everyone around in a red glow. the band, too, kicked in—strings, guitar, base—though a bit less broadway and a bit more pared down. stripped.

With her palms pressed hard against the bathroom counter, Millie leaned her body into the mirror, drawing closer to her reflection. The few champagnes she’d sipped on had tilted her forward, nose nearly kissing the glass. “Tonight is just... just great,” she murmured before pushing herself away, not wanting to met the reflection of her own eye. She turned for the door, pulling it open just as another had gone to step through, just a speck of air between them and a near-collision. “Shit, I—” Then her stomach dropped. Drew. Suddenly she both thanked herself for not drinking and shamed herself for not having downed that bottle of tequila she’d seen on the bar. “What are you doing here?” With widened but angry eyes, Mils looked up at him, jaw set, conflicted. @upstxns​

“Leee-urrrr,” Felix slurred out, already drunk on the champagne fountain, sounding like he was doing an impression of the Australians from H2O. He was in a buoyant mood, lifted by the alcohol in his system as he slung an arm around his Leo, holding onto her for dear life like if he let go he would pitch over the yacht’s edge. “Quick. Pretend you’re at the dentist. Open wide,” he ordered, quickly lifting a champagne bottle to pour some of the golden liquid into her mouth, gleeful chuckle coming out of his lips. Felix was probably the only person who could pull that sort of stunt with Leo and not get a swift quick to the groin afterwards. “Now tell me. What’s the haps? You’re always so uh, mysterious. C’mon, let’s gab and gossip like a couple of judgemental old grannies. How have you been?” @leoalcrights​