#bainbridgeevent001

[bainbridgehqs]

WELCOME BACK TO TERM

character’s ft. in graphic ( roisin wingfield, maev strickland, sawyer whitney )

victoria sutton made sure that every person on campus knew about the party she’d sat up in the local university pub. welcome back streamers hung from expensive wine bottles and balloons floating next to the books on the shelves. 

be sure to be there or be square. drinks are on the house courtesy of papa sutton’s black card. the music is going to be loud and the liquor is going to be free. what more is there to want? 

if you have any questions, you can find victoria in the corner smoking on a roll up while she trash talks charles dickens.

hey guys! welcome to our first little opening event. i’m sorry that it took us so long to get this out, but hopefully you’ll enjoy participating. for a bit of clarification we are in the character’s winter term of uni, which will put us in current time. ( this is to make it easier on all of us because dates are hard. ) 

also pls contact the main if you want your character to be used in the next event. whether they host it or whether they’re in the character graphic. we used victoira in this event because we just wanted to get this out so you guys could write! just let us know if you wanna colaborate on an even idea, but for now have this little celebration.

this event is starting from today ( febuary 1 ) when we post it ( 10 cst ) to friday febuary 5th. please tag your event posts with #bainbridgeevent001. also! feel free to post your character’s outfits for the party! those are always fun and we would love to see them on the dash!

- admin team

[littlcwhitclies]

p x open

where: the library lounge who: open

peter was currently leaning on the bar, fingers tapping against the wooden surface along to whatever song was playing. he kept his eyes on the bartender as they finally got to his drink in the queue of orders from the crowd. his classic resting bitch face only seemed to darken as the bartender quickly placed his a little ways away before hurriedly moving to the next order. with a drawn out huff, he stood back up and moved towards his drink, which happened to be placed in front of another partygoer: just his luck. his slid his arm in front of them, grabbing onto the glass.

“ ‘cuse me. sorry, tender was too lazy to take a few more steps. ”

[littlcwhitclies]

n x m | closed

where: the library lounge who: @stvrtreatment ( maverick )

naomi was glad maverick had conviced her to come out tonight. she had been diving head first back into her classes as soon the semester had began. the flyers had been hung up all around campus, she couldn’t miss them: naomi had toyed with the idea of coming, flashbacks to the multitude of pub crawls she had attended in dublin. but he could match her stubborness on just abount any level. she was glad to be here, with him, they hadn’t felt this close in years.

there were moments where everything felt right. the way they naturally leaned towards each other. the way they still remembered each other’s orders to a tee. the way his hand lingered on her back as they danced; butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the act, something about such a small touch was much more intoxicating than any of the alcohol she had drunk tonight.

nestled in at a table in the conrner, if she pushed away all of the anxiety currently eating her away, naomi could almost picture the two of them as if nothing had happened. his arm thrown over the back of her chair and they were sitting far too close together for two people you were supposedly ‘ just friends ’.she was barely paying attention to the story he was telling, instead her attention were on his eyes, so blue and full of life. 

as the current song began to fade to the next, a familiar sounding guitar line caught her attention. it had been so long since she had been able to listen to this song, yet she still recognized it almost immediately. her cheeks grew red as she noticed the realization dawn on his face. “ no maverick, please... sit. ” she pleaded with him, though her words broke into laughter. maybe if she had been more sober, naomi could have recalled the spectacle that unfolded: the mischievous glint in his eyes, combat boots firmly pressed onto the surface of the unsteady table, light fixture swinging, and the fall from grace.

naomi, who had flinched away, finally opened her eyes and turned back towards maverick– now on the floor. her cloudly mind cleared slightly at the sight of him, as she jumped up. “ shit, baby... honey, you’re bleeding. ” she pointed out, crouching beside him, her face contorting to a worried look as she noticed the cut on his forehead. terms of endearment always seemed to flow off her tongue when she had alcohol in her system. usually, around maev, she would have been more conscious about it. she gently moved some of his curls from his face to get a better look at his forehead. “ c’mon... ” she said, fingers grazing down the side of his face, “ i can get a better look in the bathroom. ” she began to stand back up, offering him a hand up.