#frostfordevent

[goldenretriever-werewolfwarrior]

Carter pushed his hand through his hair as he made his way to a stand selling milkshakes.  This was his first time at the festival, and even though he had been in town for six months he still wasn’t sure where he fit in, in the town.  Carter smiled his thanks as he picked up his shake, he was about to move away from the stand when he bumped into someone.  “Shit, sorry.” Carter muttered as he looked at the person.

@frostfordstart

[morgan-callaway]

Standing by her basket, Morgan straightened out the dress Hazel had convinced her to wear. She’d let her cousin help her get all dolled up, figuring what could it hurt? She’d come around to the idea figuring a night out could be fun and while this was for charity, she herself could enjoy it to the fullest too. Wetting her lips she looked around after the names were called watching the different couples pair up, smiling as she saw @kylessullivan​ approach. She had been glad when his name was called, knowing it was someone she got along with at the very least, and someone she knew better to remove that awkward feeling. “Surprise.” She said, her arms falling open to her sides in a slight shrug. “I’ll be your date tonight.” 

[barrencups]

@frostfordstart

With a twirl of the chair, he revealed the final product to his client. “Now that wasn’t so bad, darling.” He mused as he admired his work. It was something that gave him pride in his chest. As the client smiled, Claude smiled as well. It was a good job.  

Once he got his tip, Claude grabbed his coffee from the back. He knew it was the Praline Festival so he had more work than usual. Everyone was ready to look their best. Not that Claude didn’t mind, more tips for him. Claude heard the chimes of Splitting Hairs opened once. He brushed his hair back before walking to the main floor.

“Grab a seat, I’ll be there in a moment.” He said as he finished another cup.It was going to be a long day.

[angelahoward]

Angela had watched the game, and done the activities throughout the day. Now it was time for the afterparty, the one everyone had been looking forward to. Because despite the game being the true reason everyone came together, it was the always going to be the alcohol and free food that got everyone socialising. Something Angela loved to lay witness to.

"Well. 'can't say Frostford don't know how to throw a party." They'd remember this one for years to come. It was going to be be a tough one to beat, but they'd sure try to next year. @frostfordstart

[sebastian-ward]

@carter-fielding​

Perhaps this had been a bad idea. A really bad idea. Considering how he had first met Carter, lost, maybe going into the maze was not the best plan. Glancing over at Carter, he could feel himself becoming more and more embarrassed. “I wish...this place, had a map too,” he chuckled softly. “Sorry, about...that last, turn. It was probably...what go us here.”

[fionabalestrieu]

@frostfordstart

Frostford had never been Fiona’s favorite place in the world - she much preferred Tennessee or New Orleans - but she couldn’t help but feel invigorated on nights like the Praline Festival; one of the few times a year that the relatively quiet town resembled something like the booming cities she had come to love. She was on a mission - going to find something fried to eat - but the pull of the music was just too much as she weaved her way through the crowd; bass from the main stage booming through every nerve in her body. It wasn’t too long before she found herself lost in the sea of Frostfordians that surrounded her, but Fiona just took the opportunity to take her nearest neighbor by the waist. A sweet laugh spilling from her lips as she twirled them around on the grass a few times. “I don’t know about you, but Tricky Rick and them boys always get me!” The young woman called over the sound of the music; the grin spread wide over her lips. “Hope I’m not bein’ too bothersome, sweetheart -- but you look like you could use some fun. Lucky for you, I can make a party out of anything.” 

[camillaward]

The game was far more exciting than anything she’d ever seen in high school, of that Cami was certain. She had watched avidly, wedged between Wyatt and Lydia, face painted with the number twenty-one and lips lined and filled carefully in her signature ruby shade. The night had brought her back to when she had been young, when cheerleading and the boys on the field had been her life-- but now as she leaned against the wall at the after-party, she was beginning to sober in the stark realization that those days were gone, only to be revisited when they indulged in nostalgia as they did tonight. She took a sip from her cup, gesturing at a familiar face to wave them over. “Come keep an’ old lady company,” she called out, “What’d you think of the game?” An impish smile played at her lips, “If it wasn’t for the fact that I blew my knee out back in the day, you’d of seen me out on that field too, probably coulda gone pro and everythin’.” ( @frostfordstart )

[elizathompson-blog1]

Eliza found herself wandering around the Rollins Farm alone. Having only been in Frostford a month, she had yet to explore this place. Wearing heels probably hadn’t been the best idea, but at least she a, looked good, and b, chose heeled booties. Besides, it’s not like she was out there trying to ride a horse or anything, she was just trying to find a beer. As someone walked her direction, she called out to stop them. “Hey, do you know where a girl can find a beer? Or does that not happen until the children leave?” @frostfordstart