#125pb

[abel-evans]

“Elly” Abel shouted from across the room, stumbling over his feet as he rushed to get to Elias because he’d been looking for him all night and this was the first time he’d manage to spot him, 2 hours in. He’d started drinking before the ball even started, so he was completely inebriated at this stage, oblivious to the looks people were throwing him as bumped their shoulders.

He managed to get to Elias in one piece, although his jacket was half off and his hair a bit of a mess, but he threw his arms around him anyway, kissing his neck. “Hi, where have you been hiding?”

@cheathatcher​

[abel-evans]

“Cain” Abel called from the corner. It always baffled him a bit that Cain had to come to these events, being a child and all, he couldn’t even drink to help get him through the night. He reminded Abel of himself back when he’d just won though, and he felt a nagging feeling to protect him in some way, protect his innocence in a way Abel’s was never. “C’mere mate, how’s your night going?”

@cain-gunn​

[abel-evans]

“Mav” Abel sang as he leaned into him, delighted to have found his friend amongst the crowd, and a little giddy from all the drinks. “I’m calling you that whether he likes it or not” he said then, nodding over to where Everett stood. A small bit of Abel was worried that now that Everett had made it out, and he was here for good, that he might lose his friend. They’d been friends first, hadn’t they?

@maverickmontana

[aesthesiavi]

why purple? well with the teams being blue and red, she couldn’t very well pick. 

why the unassuming poppy necklace? they symbolize peace but no one she needed to worry about would know something so trivial.

she wasn’t seen as particularly astute or clever by her peers but she would make her thoughts known in her own way.

[dale-winter]

Dale Winter, 125th Presidential Ball.

[abel-evans]

“Are you listening to me?” Abel asked the bar tender, frustrated, because he was about three quarters a way through a very long story about how Emme had babbled a word that sounded a lot like “dada” and the bartender wasn’t paying attention.

He sighed then, turning to his right and rolling his eyes. “Can you believe that? He wasn’t even listening to me” he complained in a half slur.

@phoenixcullinan​

[abel-evans]

Abel was well on his way. The only thing getting him through today was the never ending supply of alcohol he could drown himself in. He was wobbling through the crowds with his half full glass when someone pushed his shoulder a little too hard and he tipped over, not falling, but definitely spilling his drink, standing uselessly as the glass smashed onto the hard wood floor. “Whoopsie-daisy” he said, pulling his lip between his teeth before he noticed a familiar face. “Oh Auri, did I spill it on you?” He asked then, with wide eyes.

@auri-cartwright​

[abel-evans]

Abel had been crying all morning. His eyes bloodshot and heavy as Satchel helped him into his suit. They tried to touch his face up with some concealer but it was no use, so even with the amazing work Satchel had done, Abel felt like a sad sack as he sat at the bar, not in any mood to party. Lucius was dead. And it was his fault again. At least he blamed himself, for not acting quicker, for holding out to send him something, a weapon, anything, that he could have used to defend himself. He was dead, again, and Abel would have to live with his face haunting his every move.

He turned then, when he felt a body come up beside him, and tipped his glass to say hello. “Red and blue look fucking awful together, don’t they?” He commented, his words slightly slurred as he took in the room with most dressing to show their loyalty to one team or another.

@kaikahuna​