#fairfordeventstart

[angclflorist-blog]

‹ ¶           ❝The next person to ask if Florence’s is growing weed for this reject Coachella bullshit festival is going to get my foot lodged firmly up their ass,❞ Ángel huffed as he set himself down on an available seat. He eyed the adolescent and young adult patrons prancing about, marijuana paraphernalia littering their petite forms. It wasn’t revolutionary or even ironic anymore, he felt. It was just another boring fad people did because it was Fairford. ❝It’s not as if our town doesn’t already have a surplus of drug dealers. Just find a local, you know?❞ Exasperatedly, he glanced over at the person beside him. ›

[ericmonty]

“Fuck.. Just.. You stay here. I’m going to handle this..” Brady muttered to a young man, placing his hand on his shoulder before ducking under a table, holding his gun firmly in his hand, his eyes searching the venue. He bolted over to another table, noticing someone bent below it. “Are you alright?” He questioned, his breathing heavy. Ever since the shots rang out Brady had been running around the event, gun drawn, hoping to god he could find Nolan and negotiate some type of settlement for the other gang. 

[lucyyyyyyywang-blog]

Lucy held on tightly to her pocket pistol, thanking the heavens for the millionth time that night that she decided to bring it with her. She had knocked out one of the men from the rival gang, grabbed his gun and gave it to Dex while she held another one of the men from the rival gang still by making him rest on his knees and pointing her pocket pistol to his head. “Get out,” Lucy hissed at the nearby people, knowing that the spot these two enclosed led the way to the bathrooms, which had a fire exit near it. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill him.”

[sephgallagher-blog]

“Just take a deep breath, alright? Nolan will work this out. He will. Just you wait and see,” Persephone tried her best to reassure the people around her, even though she feared for her life because she knew that some people from the rival gangs already knew she was the wife of the Brass Wolves’ boss’, which was sure to put her in a bad light tonight. She had lost her mask somewhere in the panic and she had never felt more naked in her entire life, knowing the entire ballroom was enclosed by the people who could easily kill her. “Just don’t scream. Are you hurt?”

[evelyn-grey-blog]

Evelyn’s date had turned out to be just another asshat - which she should have expected given that this was Fairford. So after she’d allowed a drink to warm its way through her system, the brunette found herself on the dance floor, grooving away to the beat of the music humming through the room. When she wasn’t busing skulls or chasing down a bounty, her second love was dancing. And that was evident as she practically took over the floor. She pulled someone toward her, not recognizing them through their mask. Not that it mattered, as that defeated the purpose of a masquerade. - “Dance with me?” 

[micahofengland-blog]

"Mind pointing me in the direction of the bar? This fuckin’ mask is screwing up my perception..” Carter grunted, messing with her dress a bit. 

[sicromankane-blog]

“Hey, little buddy. Where’s your owner, hm?”

[untilwebleedxx-blog]

“Somehow this funnel cake is the best thing I’ve eaten in a while.” Charlie mused, taking another big bite of her food. “You should definitely try it. Want a bite?” She offered the other person, holding up the cake in their direction.