#brpevent

[bennett-delaney-blog]

Place: Bayfield Fire Department.

Open To: Fellow Stranded People @ said location.

Peeking out through the curtains that covered the windows in the kitchen, Bennett sighed heavily. He had just gotten off of a night shift and was looking forward to heading home to see his pup, Luna, but instead he was stuck at work because of the impending storm. Rubbing his face with a sigh, the man muttered some curse words to himself while he poured himself a cup of coffee. He wasn’t alone, luckily, but this was definitely not where he wanted to be in this moment.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, Bennett pulled out his phone to check for updates on the storm. He was scrolling through his feed when one of the people he was stuck with walked into the kitchen. Looking up, Bennett immediately looked back down at his phone when he saw who it was, but addressed them regardless. “There’s hot coffee there if you want some. Might as well keep warm.” He added, looking rather preoccupied.

[loganleith]

@thcomxson

He’d been eyeing the snowman building competition for a while now, though it seemed that everyone in the competition, was already competing against someone they knew. While he didn’t mind unknown competition, Logan would rather beat someone he knew. Just for the sake of it. So as his eyes traveled along, he soon spotted a rather familiar brunette, the corners of his lips tugging up into a tiny smirk at the sight of her. She always had that stupid camera in her hands, though he knew how passionate she was about it. Walking up to Theo, he didn’t even wait for her to turn around before he started speaking. “Why don’t you put that thing away and actually have fun?” Logan proposed, “Wanna try and beat me in the competition?”

[silasowens-blog]

Silas Owens | New Year’s Event

[clairemasons]

《 ‹ claire & . mckinley’s.

Nervous fingers snaked around the neck of a wine bottle, nudging it betwixt ones emptied of beer. Claire lined them up like soldiers, and any other night she would have been impressed -- with herself and her boothmates. “There’s still some left.” She nudged it further away, concerned eyes searching the dim countenance before her. It did nothing to ease the fluttery, hazy feeling of dread that had settled upon her shoulders. This was a different kind of heavy than the dull ached that plagued her as of late. Her eyes flicked to the window, though nothing else was to be found in the expanse of black that stretched ever onwards. 

Her sister was potentially out there; a fact quickly deduced from inquisitive texts to Edward and Warren. There were many things left unsaid, and even uglier ones that had been voiced over the years, but her stomach was in knots. Claire pressed her lips into a grim line, though one did not need any light to know her thoughts were elsewhere. Nervous fingers typed out another text message, though it bounced back with failure to send appearing as a taunt. She powered off the device, admitting defeat, and surrendered her portable power bank. “It’s still got a charge if you need it.”

[samanthagentry-blog]

@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.”

[samanthagentry-blog]

Event 002: Samantha’s outfit for the New Years event.

A late 1920′s mauve colored dress, with slight tiers by its sides and sparkling straps. Sam combined it with some old jewelry from her nana, a comfy pair of heels, and a cute sparkling short cape from a darker shade to give some contrast to the entire outfit.

[bennett-delaney-blog]

THE ROARING 20′s

→ Bennett Delaney’s outfit for the New Years Eve event.