#dirtevent

[theoneandonlyhunter]

FUNDRAISER F2F → OPEN

The fighter was irritated. Had been from the get-go. The severity of the recent events brought on by the ‘breaking news’ left him lacking the desire to appear, yet he was informed that it would be in his best interest to do so. He needed to keep up appearances if he intended to fix his image. Fantastic. Now the majority of the evening was spent mingling and putting on a brave face as he tried to grin and bare his way through the constant conversations in relation to what had recently transpired with his career. Or soon to be lack thereof, in their opinions. While he tried his best to appear unfazed at the constant reminder, it was beginning to wear on him. He excused himself from yet another conversation, this time from a DIRTnow staff member attempting to wrangle a quote from him about the paparazzo and his pending charges, to saunter over  to one of the many wait staff carrying a tray of champagne filled glasses. He reached for one, only to pause and say fuck it, before grabbing two. Just as he had gone to take a drink from one of the glasses he heard the shuffling of footsteps approach. Instinctively and far too abrasively, he commented, “Look, if you have something to say about my presence and recent headlines, do us both a favor and keep it to yourself.” 

[rbberry]

I think I’ve figured out who belongs to which bowl. Or at least bowl 10... I think. What are you going to do with the person you get paired with?

[sebastiansmytheofficial]

OPEN F2F → FUNDRAISER.

While Sebastian knew better than to approach the night with high expectations, events such as these were little more than a show, the need to maintain the appearance of Hollywood royalty. Regardless, it was quite tedious and tiring. But things appeared to be looking up as he set his empty glass aside. His muscles relaxed, allowing him to easily drop down onto the chair and slump down ever so slightly. His eyes danced around the room, taking in the crowd. Funny, he thought to himself, how people became a little more tolerable after a couple of drinks.. Thinking of drinks...Sebastian’s hand raised, waving down a waiter as they maneuvered through the crowd. He knew he was on a slippery slope. He was mere drinks away from making a complete and utter fool of himself but as of that moment, image be damned. It had been a long week and if he had to be there then he was going to enjoy himself. After a quick nod of acknowledgement to the waiter, he plucked a drink from the tray and took another glance around him. The strangers around him smiled politely but there was a hint of confusing lingering in the gaze of the pair across from him and it was in that moment that the reality of the moment struck him. He was sitting at the wrong table. He smiled, as it was the only thing he could think to do, “Don’t mind me, I’m simply here to chat with my friend,” he informed the couple, before speaking to the person beside him, hoping that they, at the very least, would be a kind stranger willing to aid him in his brief moment of embarrassment, “isn’t that right?”

[dirtblaine]

[madisonnmccarthy]

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So excited to be raising money for the kids; here’s to a great night! #lachildrenshospital #fundraiser

[florencefabray]

OPEN · FUNDRAISER.

With all the people around, and with a big trail on her dress, Florence kept finding herself in trouble. Everyone was always too close to stepping on it, and the last she needed was for people to think a model couldn’t handle a dress. “I’m so sorry!” As she moved away from a director who clearly wasn’t looking, she collided lightly with a body. “Oh God, are you okay? I literally can’t move around like this” Her smile was still in place but her chuckles turned nervous right away, out of embarrassment. 

[theoneandonlyhunter]

[rbberry]