#charming.starter

[leocortez]

Open event starter | @charmingstarter​

After having arrived, there was always a different feeling stepping into the building now but he refused to give it much thought. Leo’s gaze moved around the space, taking in practically every face he could although the masks made him have to do several double-takes. It was out of habit, his trust was always at an all time low but in the hall itself, there was a little added bonus even if he didn’t acknowledge it. Once he was satisfied, he maneuvered his way through the crowd, headed directly towards the bar. Leaning onto it he ordered a drink for himself, if he was going to make it through the evening with these people, then he was going to need it. He didn’t turn to look immediately when he felt the presence of another move in beside him, thanking the bartender first before he glanced over at the other. “Shit’s got everyone lookin’ like zorro.” 

[giannacarterx]

location: town hall’s masquerade

status: open

tag: @charmingstarter

throughout the night she had namely kept herself near one thing; the buffet. her begrudgingly paying the entrance fee meant that she had all intentions of getting her hundred dollars back through food. which she could proudly say she was way on her way to meeting her target. “you don’t want that,” she comments, seeing another reaching for one of the many options of sweet treats that were on offer. “i’m pretty sure they used salt not sugar.” you’d think she was telling the truth, her tone unchangeable and her expressions somewhat sincere--- a touch different to her usual unreadable features. reality was she was messing, colour her bored with an added splash of immaturity for those that didn’t hold a sense of humour.   

[fullcourtpreston]

@charmingstarter​

Preston was working the bar tonight. Things were pretty busy and he needed to keep things moving. So he moved two of the bartenders to the floor to work with the wait staff. He started at one end of the bar and worked his way to the end. He saw someone sitting at the end waiting patiently and approached them. He pulled out a drink napkin, setting on the bar in front of them. “What can I get ya?” He asked the person, without looking up to see who it was.

[chefharper]

Location: Agostinos

Time: Around Lunch

Present: Open, @charmingstarter​

It was the middle of the week lunch service and Harper was glad to be there. Sure she loved the hustle and bustle of dinner service, the constant action and pressure to get things right and on time, but lunch, that was when she was able to work on her craft and hone her skills. They had a steady stream of regulars, but nothing crazy. She would try out new dishes as lunch specials and if they went over well they would make it to the dinner menu and if they didn’t well Edward and Amelia would have a nice dinner that night.

Today she had experimented with some crab stuffed manicotti, instead of the traditional beef and veal mixture she used. She also had a new white sauce she put on top of the stuffed pasta. She loved it, the staff had given it their seal approval when she had served them the samples the day before. A few orders had gone out and so she decided to walk the restaurant floor to hear some of the reactions and reviews by the guests. Harper always walked with a smile when she was on the restaurant floor. She smiled and checked a few tables before she started towards the one she saw who was currently eating her chef’s daily special. “Hi. Hope you are enjoying your meal today.” She said with a smile as she approached the table and paused.

[creedencehale]

It was only a fifteen minute smoke break, but it wasn’t cigs Cree was puffing as she leaned against the backdoor of Hale’s. She was nearly thirty years old, but still looked around the corner of the diner to see if anyone— namely her ailing mother was watching her do so. That feeling alone put into perspective how her life had taken such a 180 in the last year that she felt like a teenager once more. Rolling her eyes she put out the roach and retied her apron before heading back into the diner— bumping into a patron exiting the bathroom as she did.

“Shit, my bad—” She muttered, pushing her braids out of her face. “I’ve been a clumsy bitch since the day I was born.”