I know that all plans fade away so I'm only planning for today

aoife fazakerley disgraced but rising above it

[aoifexfaz]

unclairo‌:

“you look…” benjamin offered a tight smile but quickly let himself relax, finishing the warm drink in his hand before continuing. “toasted? buzzed? uh… what’s another word for drunk?” maybe this wasn’t so bad. if he had enough to drink, anything was easy - well, he thought. this wasn’t the almost deadly quiet ambiance of his new home, but instead, a circus. “you might be the smartest person in this place with… that idea,” he found himself laughing again, this time holding up his hand to give a half-assed wave. “i’m benjamin. and… we should definitely find some red wine.” 

“ aye, i’m aware i don’t look too grand. “ her neatly pinned up hair had all fallen down and her make up probably didn’t look too good either. “ smashed, hammered, baloobas, shit-faced. i’m from ireland, if i know anything, it’s words for drunk. “ despite her ma being quite fierce about remaining strong to her irish roots, aoife was never scared of playing up to a stereotype. “ that’s me, i’m a bloody genius. practically famous for always having amazing ideas. “ it was complete bullshit but she was known for lying. “ aoife, not spelt how you’d think but if i’m being truly honest i don’t think i could spell it right now. so i’m pretty sure the kitchen is this way” grabbing his hand she dragged him off in whatshe presumed was the direction of the kitchen.

[aoifexfaz]

lovearrowed‌:

“right. but you are crying, to be fair. that’s normally a fair cause for worry.” before the night started, honey hadn’t expected to be near a person just sobbing, but alcohol always made for situations you couldn’t sober predict. “like, are you good if we’re honest? you need a shoulder to cry on, a tissue? let me know.”

aoife had tried so hard not to get in one of these states. well not that hard, but she wasn’t one to turn down free alcohol. she hadn’t really dealt with any of the problems she had faced in the past year, but that wasn’t her job. she dealt with other peoples issues. “ oh you know, my children hate me and my husband left me. but at least the wine is nice. “

[sparksflys]

Who could stay? You could stay

[aoifexfaz]

velvetrcpe‌:

       what  time  is  it?  is  the  question  that’s  been  on  soraya’s  mind  throughout  the night.  she  could,  you  know,  take  her  phone  out  to  find  that  out  but  didn’t  want  to  be  seen  as  if  she  had  to  be  somewhere  else.  with  her  second  —  no,  fourth  —  glass  of  wine,  she  was  in  dire  need  of  a  breather.  wait.  did  soraya  just  walk  past  someone  that  was  sobbing?  “er,  you  sure?  speak  now,  or  forever  hold  your  peace.”  the  brunette  woman  arched  an  eyebrow.

 too many times had aoife cried in the past few months. the only difference between then and now is that people could see her. at least here she wasn’t in the public eye, so it wouldn’t become too much of a scandal. she could deal with whispers from neighbours, it was the papers that caused her the most problems. “ i think it’s happy crying. i can’t be sure but i think i’m happy. i don’t need anyone dragging me down. “

[aoifexfaz]

aoife’s outfit for the welcome party

[aoifexfaz]

by this point of the night aoife would normally have been long home, but she had definitely drank too much alcohol and had reached the emotional point of the evening. a glass of wine cradled in her hands, and tears streaming down her face, she swatted away the person who was walking past her. “i’m fine, you don’t need to worry!” the blonde managed to get out between sobs.

@covestarters​

[moonplcts]

“JEEZ, man. you scared me.” ilya breathed as he put one hand on his chest where his heart was now admidetally rabbiting away underneath his touch. “hasn’t anyone ever told you not to sneak up on people like that?” sighing, he deflated at that. “I get one night off and that’s exactly the night I get spooked outta my jeans. can’t be my way to go outta this world.” he tried to humor it, sending an almost warm simper towards the other.

[aoifexfaz]

“don’t worry yourself, i’ve been known to scare a few men in my history.” she shrugged, a small smirk playing on her lips at the kid. “your pride shouldn’t be too bruised, i know quite a few people who would react the same way.” in her old job people used to literally run if they knew she was heading to their department so making a lad jump wasn’t too offensive. “i’m aoife by the way, hope i didn’t scare you too much.”

[unclairo-deactivated20210105]

there was something about parties that benjamin clairo didn’t quite get. when he dressed up, he felt like a spectacle, but if he dressed down, he felt like… an idiot. the buttons that clasped together his button-up felt tight around his neck and the jacket to pull it together made him feel like a fraud, but that was neither here nor there. apparently. the air in the room was heavy, and if he had to count the conversations he’d started, he could do it on one hand - the other was holding a drink that had since gone warm. typical. until he could find the kitchen, he was practically worn out, and once he did, the reprieve he was searching for was nowhere to be found. finally, he took in a breath and looked over at the other. “is it just me, or is this music playing too loud?” @covestarters​

[aoifexfaz]

it was strange being at one of these events without either trying to get votes for a candidate or trying to get information about the opposition. she wasn’t really sure how to feel, but it did mean that she could have a few more glasses of wine than she normally would have. and by a few more that meant she had probably gone through an entire bottle. so when the man started talking to her it took a moment for her to focus. everything had just become so blurry. “no, it’s not just you, plus it’s crap music so it’s not even worth it.” she glanced down at the drink he was cradling, which reminded her that she desparately needed a top up. “want to go and find where the alcohol is been kept instead?”

[aoifexfaz]

「natalie dormer / 32 / she/hers / cis woman 」did you see the sold sign in the front yard of ( 307 lighthouse way )? rumor in the cove is that ( aoife fazakerley ) just moved in! from what i’ve heard they’re a ( political campaign manager ) that’s moving to the cove because ( they were caught having an affair ). when i think of the ( spitfire ) i think of ( stiletto heels, broken hearts, chain smoking, hip flask of gin at 10am, beautiful lies ). 

- aoife (pronounced ee-fa) was born in ireland but was brought up in england where she found her love for politics. she was never a lover of the lime light, she was better working behind the scenes. not one for playing nice she became quite well known in the political landscape as someone to fear, seeing as she was the one who would make sure all the people of her party were voting the way the leader of her party wanted them to. 

- she had the perfect life, a house husband, two beautiful children, from the outside she couldn’t ask for anything more. on the inside she was bored, so when someone from the opposition started giving her attention she wasn’t going to turn him down, which is what caused her downfall.

- the affair lasted over a year, and ended up being plastered in all of the tabloids ruining her family, career and private life in the space of one week. so she just upped and left, signing the divorce papers which gave her husband custody of the kids and moved to the cove after using her connections to get a campaign manager job for a local politician.