#bernard:event001

[adalcs]

“ look at suspect 101 — twelve o’clock, rainbow alert in the middle of the dancefloor. cannot keep their googly eyes drawn away, ” were the quietly hissed words falling from the lips of the brunette, her head tilted in the direction of her companion and leaned closer to make herself audible above the volume of the music. “ fact is, they either cannot get enough of me, or they totally have the hots for you. according to my analysis, i would say the second is most likely the case. secret admirers i don’t know about, mhm ? ”

[pndor-blog]

She let her eyes scan over the various costumed figures in front of her, wondering who was who behind the various monster masks that adorned each face. Pandora had come to the ball with Euphie, her usual sidekick in all the chaos, but after a few hours of dancing and drinking on her part, the two got separated in the large crowd, and now the tiny blonde was all on her own, bored out of her mind. “I’m honestly shocked by a number of hotdog costumes,” The girl laughed as she glanced over at the closest person by her, “I figured there would actually be way more, considering that guy was all the rage from snapchat, I wonder if there’s a way to make a hotdog costume sexy.”

[dcisyrce]

“There comes a point in every man’s life where he needs to stop and think ‘Am I slowly boring a girl so much that she's considering drowning herself in the punch bowl?’“ Daisy muttered to the boy currently trying to chat her up, looking up at him and his dumb expression, “Because the answer is yes, and your salami breath isn’t helping the situation either so go point your Vienna sausage dick in the direction of a desperate sorority girl because I’m not interested and,” Daisy grabbed the person that walked by, gently tugging them over by their hand, a fake grin on her face, “I’ve been waiting for them anyway, so fuck off.” Daisy huffed, turning her attention to the poor soul she’d dragged into her dramatics, barely glancing at the boy as he sauntered off in defeat, “Sorry about that.”

[clarkemorris-blog]

None of this was a good idea. Literally, none of this. It was a couple hours into this thing, and though a lot of people had left, Clarke wasn’t chancing it. Who says Danny was really behind this? They didn’t know anything. Which is why Clarke was at this party, the last place she should be for her own health, dancing away with a cup in her hand and without her right hand man anywhere by her side. Who would keep an eye on her? She had already had too much to drink - something she didn’t usually do, but her own nerves were kicking in. The song changed, and suddenly her stomach churned, and dancing didn’t seem that appealing even if someone was grinding behind her. Pushing them away, she ran into the first bathroom she could find, bypassing the line and not caring that someone was already in there, washing their hands. Without puking, she leaned over the toilet and growled out, “I think I’m dying.”

[leviwhitmore]

Levi moved between people without a problem, half a smile rested amongst his features as he poured himself a beverage. The second it was full to his satisfaction he turned on his heels and came into contact with another - with his drink dropping most of its’ contents on the other. A displeased expression took over as he spoke up about his spilt drink. “I hope you’re happy,” he paused, eyes rolling at the loss of his drink. “You owe me a drink.”

[raveins]

“very important question,” raven said, crouched over a passed out man with a red and black permanent marker in her hands. “if i draw on his face that’s like... legal right? like do you think i could get arrested?”