@benjaminbyrne
Even though the Byrne’s New Year party was pretty much the event of the season in Bayfield, this was Sam’s first time actually attending to one of them. Not that the brunette felt too cool for this type of huge celebration or anything like that, but New Year’s Eve was like a second Christmas for the Gentry’s, which meant a lot of family quality time and going to bed not too long after the midnight countdown. This year, on the other hand, was an entirely different one. There was something about tonight’s party that forced Sam to be around, the theme had her since she just loved everything related to that decade, plus she would also be able to witness first-hand everything that occurred in the party -and maybe even get an interesting story to write about if things got as hectic as sometimes the press would love to make it seem it did.
Moving around wasn’t too hard despite how basically the entire town could be found in that huge mansion, and as an attempt to properly blend in, Sam took a champagne glass from the counter that had rows and rows of liquor awaiting for the guests to serve themselves. “Well, this doesn’t seem too wild at all.” She said to herself before of taking a sip to her drink, not realizing that there was someone by her side that could definitely listen to her random solo talk. “There goes the first myth about this family, I guess... Unless the juicy stuff is about to happen.” After years of reading about the famous Byrne event, it was hard to know what stories were actually true and not some made up drama to sell. And just when she decided to turn around and explore some more, she accidentally bumped against someone. The outfit didn’t fool her, she had seen this face before. He was one of the Byrne’s, the oldest brother, if she wasn’t wrong. “Oh, uh... I’m s-so sorry.” She immediately said as she clumsily tried to wipe away with her hands some of the champagne drops that splashed against his jacket, her cheeks turning all red from one second to the other. “I didn’t see you.”
