#bfrrpevent

[rose-flynn-blog]

Rose smiled as she walked through the party. Everything was still going strong and she was feeling the drinks she had so far. Without really thinking, she was singing under her breath. It wasn’t until she almost ran into someone that she stopped. Still in her good mood, she smiled at them. “Enjoying your night so far?” 

[holtstevens-blog]

Holt was early. His tie was choking him and and he was standing by himself in the ballroom. He’d never felt more out of place in his life. The tie felt like a leash and he hated it. He was uncomfortable, but curious to watch people start walking in. He recognized scents, but not faces. He sighed to himself as he started to lean against the wall. Maybe if he just stayed back all night, he could get through this night without wanting to shift. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to look at his masked greeter.

“Uh... hey,” he greeted awkwardly.

[edwardxgood-blog]

Adjusting his mask, Edward cleared his throat and stepped through the doors to the ballroom. With a nod pointed at the help that had been hired on, he couldn't help but let his eyes take in the wonder that had become the main stage for the party over the past two weeks. He was pretty impressed with his plant placement, though he wouldn't have minded a bit more here and there. He had the grounds done well enough, at least. Picking up a glass of some amber liquid, he moved through the crowd, his eyes already scanning for the familiar figure. He'd been turned down as her arm for the night, instead sent alone to find her like a true masquerade was supposed to be preformed. A game of sorts. He could do that. He had to, either way. Stepping up to the bar, he sipped his drink and took a seat. 

"We all really outdid ourselves, didn't we?" he asked his neighbor, smirking as he glanced over. "I particularly like the chandelier."

[richardxblake-blog]

He’d found her, hard to miss her really, what with the basketballs on her chest. He didn’t know how he felt at the moment. Really- he didn’t know who he was. He wanted her. He didn’t want her. He wanted to duck her. He wanted to hold her. It was all a mix in his head and he had no idea at all what was right, what was him, or what was just the liquor. Here he was dogging on his roommate, when he was doing basically the same thing. Though Melissa Fox was a lot better than the hoe he was going after.Standing by the bar, he watched as she was continually surrounded by idiots. It was hard to wait for the constant idiot fest to slow down, but it finally did. The shifter knocked back the rest of his whiskey as he saw her excusing herself from the ballroom. He followed her, his steps sliding slightly along the stones.

His eyes scanned the area before he found her. Alone, thank goodness. He paused momentarily- trying to get past the haze that was his mind at the moment. He needed access to the smooth word. Taking in a deep breath, he walked slowly over, making sure to pick up his feet. Without much thought, he wrapped his hands around her waist and rested his chin atop her head. “Hey.” It wasn’t much, but it was the only thing getting out at the moment.

@missfoxymelissa

[calliopedupont-blog]

@lord-samuel-bishop

Calliope had been taking advantage of one of the various rooms. She had needed an orgasm to calm herself down after the encounter with Sebastian and Nathaniel. She could have gone another round but she assumed someone was missing her out there. She got to her feet, wearing only her heels and diamond necklace and picked up her dress. She heard the door open and turned around to see an unfamiliar face. “If you need the room, I’ll be done in a moment,” she greeted before she started to put her dress back on.

[missfoxymelissa-blog]

Melissa was sitting out on the floor of the balcony with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a large cup of Diet Coke. The Diet Coke helped keep her awake and the Jack Daniels helped the fact that Victor had been surrounded by ladies all night, none of which were Melissa. “Well that’s your own fault,” she mumbled to herself as she poured more Jack into the Diet Coke, “Shh don’t spill.” She smiled as she had managed to not spill any of it. She set it back down and took a long sip. The Jack was also helping push down whatever had happened between her and Rich earlier. “We’re not going to talk about that,” she assured herself before she took another sip. She set her glass down again and decided her heels needed to come off. She was too drunk to manage anything except her feet. “I could manage a dick,” she mumbled to herself which caused her to start laughing with the occasional hiccup, “I’m hilarious.” She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes for a moment until she felt someone kick her foot. “If you’re into feet, do what you gotta just don’t wake me up,” she mumbled.

[richardxblake-blog]

"Wanna go in on my arm, or you cool just walking in like the badass motherfuckers we are?" Richard glanced over at his makeshift date as he reached behind his head and tied the ribbon of his mask. He'd just been getting finished when Christian had turned to him and brought up the idea. Rich had been fine either way, stag or with his best friend. But since they were leaving at the same time, why not. He chuckled and offered his arm out jokingly before straightening his jacket. "Time to start the party, either way."

@fckchristixn

[missfoxymelissa-blog]

@cooks-with-wolves

Melissa felt numb. She was freezing, soaking wet, but she couldn’t feel it. Her heart was tired. She was tired of everything having to do with Richard Blake. For the first time in four years, she was done. She felt done. They felt finished. Maybe this was the last push she needed to leave him in her past. She reached Victor’s cabin without realizing that was where she was going and smiled as she saw the candle light through his windows. She hoped he was home. She wiped her face of any tears or smeared mascara forgetting that she was soaking wet as she walked up to his door. She knocked lightly, but called out “Vic? Are you home?”