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Melina Galatas ~  medusa & Cissi Choi ~makaria & Olive Davis ~ antigone ( theikoshq )

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fallengcds​:

agitated, alex frowned. “ i’m not tweaking you dumb ass, you know that would get me thrown off the team in like two seconds. i’m not that stupid. ” his tone was probably … meaner than was called for on account of his frustration. but for as over indulgent and risky his behavior was, he did have some lines ; namely the ones that would literally get his ass fired — hence no drugs. at least not anything hard — he compensated by drinking far more than was probably healthy. although the fact she was even asking that was concerning. he ran a hand through his hair, annoyed ( though more at himself than anything ) “ so, as much as i would literally love a smoke to chill out right now, i’ll have to pass. i’ll still join you outside, though. ” that seemed like a reasonable solution, right ? fresh air was supposed to be calming or some shit. “ unless schmoozing in here with all the richy rich invites is somehow your idea of a good time. ” his tone betrayed what he thought of that. 

                         “cool your jets, it was a joke.” Taking a sip from her chapmagne glass. Shrugging she tilted her head silently telling him to follow her as she started for the door.. “I hate shmoozing, Stella’s always been better at it than I ever could. Old men with a superiority complex really gross me out. Her heels click against the marble floors  but the sound was drowned out by the people around them laughing and being merry. Melina wasn’t really one for holidays, it always felt like she was on show for the rest of the world. Opening the door to the patio she leaned forward an exagerated bow for her friend. “After you grumpy.” After the door closed she leaned against the frame. “Wanna tell me whats got you so ancy? Someone make fun of pro-football or something?”

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there is a thin line between being sassy and being an asshole and i cross it everyday

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fallcnstxrs​:

stella had been making her rounds for the evening. meeting with everyone, taking photos, y’know– the usual event things. she sighed softly, tired of being there already. maybe it’s because people mostly wanted to speak of her father and not anything she was up to currently. when she met her sister there was a level of comfort in knowing that the topic would change. “aha. probably some undeserving asshole. half of these men shouldn’t win on outfits alone..” stella repleid, a bit harshly. not so much at melina but at the fact the men just weren’t up to her standard. “and i think it’s because they just can’t handle a queen.”

                    Adjusting the rings on her fingers she hardly turned towards her older sister as she came over.Chuckling under her breath she side eyed Stella. “They all look the same, boring suits and tuxes over half of them fucking rented without a care who designed them.” Adjusting her ponytail slightlym tightening the  hair she shrugged. “Or because its based on a tradition from a patriarchal society. Anyways thats boring, wanna get non visibly drunk?”

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mementomoriism​:

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“I’m just good.” There was possible way for this petite woman to actually hurt him even if she was coming full force spinning at him. “Don’t worry about me.” He could tell she was embarrassed by what happened. But hearing she wasn’t hurt was relieving. He really didn’t want to go into nurse mode tonight. “This is a special night, I don’t see no harm in being excited. You spin around, and I spend the night at the bar.” He made his point by sipping at his glass. It was then that he noticed she was without shoes. “Maybe a little too excited that you lost your shoes.”

                   Cissi just nodded making sure her dress was situated perfectly, as if she had never run into the other at all that night as she spun. “Oh well, I’m still so sorry, you’d probably want to you know not be dealing with this right now and be at the bar.” Listing the edge of her skirt up so she could look down at her shoeless feet. “Oh I took them off so I wouldn’t ya know break my ankle.”

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mementomoriism​:

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“I just didn’t recognize you outside of your uniform.”  Olive was wearing a beautiful gold dress and not in her usual hospital scrubs. It was very easy for Levi to not recognize her at first. “You look different. In a good way.”  Out of all the people who he worked with, Olive was one of the few he enjoyed interacting with. Levi shook his head sheepishly. Sure he had that issue at work where people, especially woman beckoned his attention. Mostly from the elderly patients who loved to comment on how ‘handsome’ the male nurse was. Levi never understood why he would get all this attention. Which was one of the reasons he separated himself a lot. “No.” He half signed, taking a sip at his drink. “No ones that drunk yet.” He walked beside her eyeing some of the paintings. “Are you planning something Olive? Give a few more drinks and I’ll help.”

                   “Well don’t get used to it, it’s on loan from a cousin.” Smoothing down the front of her dress her eyes wandered the hallway, the beautiful figures painted so lifelike that she swore she could see them move. “Though, you should see me during my at home appointments, sometimes I wear my slippers.” Laughing softly her heels echoed down the halls, some how louder than the crowds from the main atrium of the event. “Stop that, confidence is half the battle, if you pretend everyone’s into, they will be.” Obviously she’s being hyperbolic, but had made it a personal mission for him to just feel a little more confident. “Perhaps, but these ones kinda scare me, they look like someone was cursed to be a painting forever.”

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fallengcds​:

tonight was … not going how alex expected it to. that is, it was not passing by like any other stupid boring cooperate event he wanted to dip from immediately. in stark opposition to his usual easy arrogance, he felt awkward in his own skin, weirdly jittery — unexpectedly bowled over by the sight of his own roommate in a suit. like that was a totally normal fucking thing to happen. totally not weird. nope. not thinking about his bestfriend all dressed up. at all. like a normal friend would. so, he was coping as best as he could: by steadfastly avoiding parker like the plague and taking as much advantage of the free beverages as possible.

he was, at the moment, on the hunt for melina — not that he thought she could solve his problem, mind you, or that he had confidence in her doing anything other than laughing evilly in his face, but at least so he could stop hovering around alone like an awkward loser. ah, there it was ; a head of dark hair. cutting straight across the crowd, uncaring of who he may be rudely barging through, alex swept right over and grabbed her by the arm ( in a move he would go to his grave swearing was not panicked ). “ mel. hey, i’ve been looking for you everywhere. ” and wow, okay, he maybe sounded slightly more frazzled then usual. a little chaotic. frowning, he eyed the area for the nearest bar — alcohol was a sure fire way to fix that problem. “crazy night, huh.  you wanna step out for a minute ? or something ? ” ╱ @blessedstones​

                     Everything was normal, Melina was literally shinning in her dress and she was completely and utterly bored. Stella was there so she didn’t have to suck up to random politicans and rich men. So she could just try and enjoy herself. Mainly she was enjoying the free food and bottomless alcoholic drinks. Most of the time she was talking to people Stella was too busy to entertain. Nodding to something that had been said that Melina hardly processed. Her head turned towards the side catching Alex essentially plow his way through the crowd. Trying to finish the conversation as quickly as she could, Melina still jumped at his touch. “Excuse us.” Mumbling some apologies she looked at Alex almost as if asking him why. “Are you tweaking or some shit? You look like an actual weirdo.” Even though her words weren’t the most comforting, her voice and actions betrayed her as she set her hand over his on her arm. “Sure, whatcha thinking? I got a joint in my purse if you need to calm down or some shit.”

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mancalledmxlice​:

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“I mean if you really wanna bet on it, that’s fine. I’ll probably win knowing that I don’t even know how to waltz in the first place!” He held his hand out to shake on it. Damien scoffed. “But see that’s still it. Your family can afford it. This suit is rented and if anything happens to it, I’m screwed.” Damien glanced around the room as he noticed that more people were filtering in. “Easy. Just slip out against a wav of people that are coming in. If anyone catches us, just tell them that we got lost looking for the bathroom or some shit.” He shrugged his shoulders. Damien had been through more stressful situations in his life than this. “If you say so!”

                          “I never said that you had to waltz properly.” Laughing softly to herself she nodded at his next statement. “Well if it gets ruined you can always blame me and then my wallet.” Without any hestitation she grabs the others forearm and pulled him towards the influx of people filing in.  “What do you wanna look for first? The renassiance exhibit? Ancient Egypt? or do you wanna go find the Ancient Greece exhibit? I heard they got massive shipment recently of marble art. Could be fun to fuck with.” Trying to be non-chalant as possible she walked through the crowds whispering up to Damien.

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mementomoriism​:

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Levi was off wondering the halls with his drink in hand. He had separated himself from most of the party early on. He wasn’t in the mood to mingle. He was admiring the works of art they had displayed. Thankfully for his quick reflexes, Levi was barely able to catch the woman. “Well, hello.” He awkwardly looked down at the woman. “You have to watch out for those corners.” Levi helped her back on her feet before stepping back. “Are you alright?”

                  Embarrassment couldn’t completely sum up how she felt. Relief still flooded her as she heard the voice, luckily it wasn’t her sister who she could already picture chewing her out for being so childish. Quickly readjusting the cape on her shoulders and the few fly aways around her face. “If I’m being honest, I was a little too busy spinning like I was in a castle to notice the corner.” Rubbing the back of her neck she nodded slightly, her heels had been discarded just down the hall, so her ankles were completely unharmed. “Besides my bruised ego for being caught acting like a child, I’m completely fine, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

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                      This was Melina’s life, the flashing lights of cameras, the perfectly put together outfits, the chance of complete chaos if one wrong picture is taken. Readjusting the golden straps of her dress, Melina’s gaze scanned through the crowds, eyes never settling on one individual for too long.  A smile grows on her features as she turns to another attendee chuckling softly. “Are you going to place your bets on who the Saturnalia king is going to be?? I always thought it was so stupid that it always has to be a man.”

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Minni Choi:

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minni’s sole reason for being here was her sister, so cissi was definitely to thank for her aching feet and shoulders at the end of the night. she was just looking forward to the big feast that was supposedly coming soon. and this saturnalia king stuff, even though it was sexist. “cissi,” she tutted disapprovingly, looking around quickly if anyone else had seen after the person she’d spun into walked off. “don’t spin like that, weirdo. you act like you’ve never seen a place like this before. what’s wrong?” she extended a hand to help her sister up. there had to be something wrong. this wasn’t as impressive as some of the parties they’d attended, surely?

                   Cissi just wanted to have fun, so what if this wasn’t the best party she’d attended but the feeling of Saturnalia just made her want to have fun. Rolling her eyes at her sister she gave her a impish smirk, taking Minni’s hand she pulled herself up and dusted off her skirt laughing lightly. “I just wanted to have some childish fun Minni. So what? Literally one person saw me, they hardly even noticed.” Tucking a strand of white hair behind her ear she squeezed her sisters hand. “Just try it, no one’s gonna notice if we’re gone for a little longer Mins.”

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mementomoriism​:

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Levi was never one for fancy parties. He liked to keep to himself and interact with as few people as possible when he wasn’t paid to. The only reason he was there was peer pressure from his coworkers. A handful of hospital staff were given the night off to attend. And it was in agreement that Levi should be able to go. He tried to refuse and give the invite to another but his crew said otherwise. Alas Levi had familiarize himself with tonight’s bar. Having had a few drinks already, it was time for him to stretch his legs. More and more people were arriving and it was best for him to keep his distance. Levi didn’t know where he was ended up but found himself behind someone in a corridor filled with paintings. At first tried to pass her that he was basically following behind. He was about to get frustrated until he heard Olive’s voice. “I was actually trying to pass by.” He smiled at his coworker. “I didn’t mean to look like a creep behind you.” Levi glanced over at the paintings. “Would you like some company? You and I both seemed to have parted from the crowds.” 

                    “Did you not recognize me from behind??” Olive teased Levi, after everything she had begun to trust him more than. Turning to her coworker she just smiled before nodding. As much as she loved looking at the gorgeous paintings in silence, she would prefer not to completely isolate herself during what was supposed to be essentially a massive mixer. Dramatically putting out her arm she laughed. “I would love some company my good man. But why are you avoiding the crowds?? Too many pretty ladies flocking all over you??” Nudging him she laughed as she continued to walk down the hallway. “They should really up their security, someone could steal one of these tonight.”

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                        She didn’t really want to be there, on any given night she’d prefer to be at her home, pajamas on and watching reruns of How I Met Your Mother. The only thing that was the same was the glass of neat scotch in her hand. Yet here she was wearing a dress she borrowed ,so she didn’t have to spend any money on something she’d only wear once, high heels that made her feet ache and surrounded by people she hardly knew but loved the Hospital. As people began to take their seats for appetizers she snuck away. Heels clicked as she made her way through a dimly lit corridor, works of ancient art were on display every few feet. All was silent until she spoke up. “You can always join me instead of awkwardly staying a few steps behind me.”

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                    Cissi just loved events like these, mainly for the beauty of it all. Every turn she saw gorgeous gowns and beautiful paintings hanging on the walls, she almost regretted not getting a job in her major when she saw them. Spinning just slightly so she can feel the dress turn around her. Seemingly thinking the small corridor off of the main party was empty she kept going, spinning around and around, feeling like a princess. Until she fell into someone else dropping down she looked up wide eyed. “Uh...hello? Sorry about that...”

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mancalledmxlice​:

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Damien snorted into his drink as he rolled his eyes. “Keep dreamin, Olive. That’s not going to happen.” He shook his head and laughed. He glanced down at his own outfit for a moment before he shrugged. “What can I say. I guess I clean up nice. Can’t afford to dress like this all the time, you know. Someone’s gotta get their hands dirty.” Damien shrugged his shoulders. “Well then waiting around for the literal ball to get picked up and mayhem to start, I guess.” He sighed as he glanced down at his watch quickly. Damien thought for a few seconds before he looked up. “Eh, might as well. Not like I can really see those old things all the time anyway, right? Is that your way of saying you know where to find them at…potentially?” 

                    “Twenty bucks says I can get you waltzing by the end of the night.” Snickering she took another sip of her drink, the ice clashing gently in the glass. “You think I can? I borrowed this from my cousin in Manhattan, if I get something on it I have to pay for the fucking dry cleaning.” Shaking her head she peaked around to look for the security. Suddenly she felt like a child again running around in the old parts of her uncle’s house with her brother, completely free. “You’ve got to be quick, and quiet. The security would definitely kick us out if they catch us.” Brushing her hair out of her face as she turns to him again she just smiled. “Potentially is the key word there, at the very least your need for excitement will be fulfilled.”

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mancalledmxlice​:

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Damien just wanted to go home and lay on his couch with his cat. When he’d read his invitation, he expected something different than this. He felt bad but he couldn’t stop his eyes from rolling. “Well, they did say there would be dancing. Do you see me out there waltzing around like some kind of old money,” he mumbled as he pulled at the cuff of his suit jacket. He let out a quick snort of laughter. “You know, you say that like you expected me to show up in dirty clothes from the garage. Maybe I should have. At least something exciting would happen.” He took a sip of his drink before he crossed his arms lazily in front of his chest. “I mean, I understand how that’s entertaining. I would rather not spend my night waiting for the figurative ball to drop thinking about whether or not someone will decide to fuck with me or not.” Damien forced a smile. “Oh yeah. I’m having a blast.”

                     “Ya know what? I would kill to see you waltzing around like old money, it would make my night.” Taking a sip of her own drink, Olive just chuckled. “I hardly ever see you in a clean t-shirt let alone a three piece suit, but I will say its a pleasant surprise.”  Straightening the straps on her shoulders Olive leaned against the wall, gently spinning the golden liquid in her glass. “It’s not a figurative ball, they literally bake it into a dessert!” Sensing that he wasn’t really enjoying himself she stood up and looked around. “I know this isn’t the most fun for you, so do you wanna go explore?? All the best exhibit pieces aren’t on display tonight so we can go try and find them?? Better than watching old money schmooze their way higher up the societal ladder.”

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mancalledmxlice​:

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Damien rolled his eyes as he swirled his drink around. “Bold of you to assume that I have money to bribe people to play music that I want to hear.” He raised an eyebrow as he faced the dark-haired woman. “I thought the whole point of Saturnalia was that money didn’t rule. At least from what I’ve looked into that’s what it sounded like. Money must not rule here if I got invited.” He sighed before he downed the rest of his drink. He didn’t want to sound like an ass, but he couldn’t help but choke back a laugh as the woman spoke. “See that’s what I don’t understand about rich people. Do you really spend your whole life preparing for one night to one-up each other? Twelve hours is a bit excessive, don’t you think?” He sighed and placed his glass on an empty table nearby. “Sure hope so because I’m about 5 minutes from rolling out.”

                    Shrugging slightly she took another sip. “They’re still employees working tonight, and we’re not in ancient Greece, people can pretend but its a rule of our society.” Melina couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his statement, her life wasn’t always gala’s and photos of her on blogs slamming her constantly. At one point she just lived, played soccer in the park, worked a minimum wage job and never worried that she could ruin her father’s reputation. “I guess so, my sister has forever been up my ass about matching metals and no hair out of place. It’s just that, you’re not one upping everyone else, you’re one upping last years looks, other peoples opinions of you and the rumors of what you’re going to wear and who you’re gonna arrive with.” Following his lead she finished her own drink placing it beside his own before reaching to a passing waiter and grabbing another two glasses, placing one in front of him. “We find out when dinners served but, if I was you, I’d wait for the chaos.”