#eod:event

[petrolhead-rebel]

Selina stepped out of the bar and onto the street. She had a gin in her hand as she let the fresh air awaken her senses once more. If she was honest, she was ready to call it a night since she had already spent too much of her day surrounded by a lot of people she had no time or tolerance for... and that was just about everyone. A car parked on the sidewalk caught her attention and she brought her drink to her lips before going over to inspect what she realised as a  Dodge Challenger. “Nice movement,” she murmured before adding, “Shame the body design is similar to a cereal box with wheels.” She rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to her drink.

@eodstarters​

[islaiismss-blog]

( @eodstarters​ ) --- Hole In The Wall reopening

Isla didn’t want to admit it, but she was tipsy. The new businessman in town, Javier...she couldn’t recall his last name, but she remembered him paying for all the drinks. As many of the reservations she had about showing up, and talking to people in general, she was still human and she wouldn’t turn down a free drink. 

And all the free drinks had gotten into her system, and loosened her inhibitions about being at the Hole In The Wall. She had memories of this place, when she was barely eighteen and sneaking in with her friends for one night. There was a table in the corner, that the lawyer drifted towards, to find the carved letters they had left on the surface of the wood. 

“You know...even though it was a drive away from good ol’ Tempe suburbia, this place was magical. I mean, for a house mouse like me, everything was. But you know...” The woman trailed off, eyes looking off into the distance, bleary with booze and nostalgia. 

[mckennaprice-blog1]

Had she drank too much? She hadn’t gotten drunk drunk since she was fifteen in some boy’s basement where she wasn’t supposed to be. Her brother had been gone awhile, hadn’t seen anything. She was rebelling, sick of her aunt who had been tasked with handling her for a few months. She puked in his mother’s bushes. Mckenna thought it was a successful night, but she doesn’t drink vodka anymore for that reason. Had she had any tonight? Because suddenly the ground was shaking and were there fireworks outside? It was January, wasn’t it? Was she too drunk?

Out of nowhere, at least to her perspective, people started swarming. For the exits, for each other. Maybe everyone was too trashed. Someone knocked into her, an elbow right to the chest. She fell to the ground, bumping her head on the corner of the bar and the worst part -- the absolute worst part -- was she could smell the vodka as it fell from the bar, to her face, coating her in the liquid. “Asshole,” she muttered, looking up at the ceiling. She wished she was drunker.

[amelia-falcone-blog]

Amelia was sitting there taking a drink and finally relaxing at the party when she felt it. It felt almost like an earthquake but it didn’t last near as long. She could see the confused looks on everyone’s face before she heard the boom. Shaking the building, Amelia flew up from her seat, her drink falling from her hand and crashing to the floor. She was one of the first at the door as it flung open and revealed the scene outside. 

Fire. So much fire. Everything seemed like it was covered in the red and orange hue. The blonde noticed that the bikes were on fire and slowly getting scorched and made note in the back of her mind that it was the gas cans that had set off the boom. She could see everyone running frantically around trying to find loved ones that had been with them just moments before. Noticing a mom screaming for help, the girl ran over to her. Seeing the child in her arms, Amelia bent down to check on her. Her arm was burned and she wasn’t conscious, she needed a hospital.

“We need some help over here!” The girl yelled as everyone in the bar started dispersing into the street to help. The panic in her voice was threatening to ruin the strong facade that she had on.