#hrhqevent001

[emira-yalman-blog]

She loved parties, especially costume parties, but this wasn’t just another party. Being the eldest child of a billionaire should have been carefree, but more often than she lived, Emira had to attend uptight events and stay glued to her father’s side. Bright lights and cameras everywhere meant that she couldn’t let loose or make any mistakes, so naturally she was feeling miserable. Standing among a group of old men who clamored around her like a future trophy wife or an interview for a Turkish mail order bride, all Emira could do was cheers her dry, bland champagne and wish not only for a stronger drink, but for someone who would recuse her from the boring conversation.

[holly-myers-blog]

Holly loved a themed party, so when she received an invitation to the gala, she immediately decided she was going. She would go and have a fun time, especially since she didn’t have a show the next day. She made her way around, making small talk with the people she knew and the people who knew of her. The fact that people recognized her for her work would always be something that was hard to wrap her head around. “Do you mind if I join you for a moment? I’m pretty sure the beading on this dress is heavier than I am,” the petite woman asked with a laugh as she approached an open seat at one of the tables.

[n-slick-blog]

It hadn’t taken long for Jack to lose track of Carina since approximately everyone in Vegas was packed into this place, or at least that’s what it seemed like to Jack. His view of humanity in general was kind of dim so being around this many people put him on edge, even more so when he’d lost track of one of the people that could keep him at least a little grounded. He’d quickly worked his way out of the thick of the crowd, trying to find somewhere he could wait out the allotted hour where he wouldn’t have to interact with too many people. He manages to overhear, completely by accident, about some sort of underground party taking place in some lower floor that’s supposed to have better entertainment and some kind of card games. Definitely thinking it sounds like more of his kind of place than up here, Jack finds his way down there. He already feels more at home when he gets there and sees that there’s a real bar and fewer people. The scantily clad dancers don’t do it for him but whatever. Jack makes a beeline for the bar and orders a Black Russian, just settling there and figuring he can live and drink there until he has to go up and find Carina. His hopes of doing it alone are dashed almost immediately, though, when someone slides onto the seat beside him. Glancing at them, Jack frowns. “That seat’s taken.” It isn’t, but the other person doesn’t have to know that. 

[ht-ryder]

Big parties were not H.T.’s favorite thing for himself - however, they were his preferred form of working. He got to act like someone better than the person he was, someone with a real career, college education, and money. He was decent at it, though. Eve and the others had taught him how to dress the part, and he had read enough novels to know how to talk like someone who wasn’t from his situation of poverty. He even could spell hors d'oeuvres correctly. He didn’t know anyone who could do that.

Tonight, tho, it didn’t seem to be much use so far. H.T. had been hired by an older man, seemingly only for the purpose of having someone young and somewhat attractive walk through the door with him. He’d only made one half-hearted attempt to keep H.T. at his side before he’d left, and H.T. was on his own. Currently, he was hovering around a corner by which the waiters, carrying trays of snacks, seemed to pass by with alarming frequency. Gorging himself (but still keeping classy), it was only a matter of time until his stomach caught up to his eyes, and at some point he found himself with a tray full of little hors d’oeuvres that he didn’t feel like eating.

“Hey, so...,” he began, catching the eye of someone else who looked like they needed a break from the endless schmoozing, “These snacks are great and all, but I think they gave me too many. Wanna share?”

[king--carter]

The night progressed as did the level of drunkenness and the gala, but King was still very much sober. Not much of a drinker to begin with, he’d had half a drink before discarding it with a nice tip and moved to wander around the room. He’d already played a table or two, taken enough pictures for every media outlet covering the event, and mingled with the ‘important people’, and now was bored of the posh event and wanting to curl up in his own clothing and watch a movie or a game. Apart from everyone being drunk, there weren’t that many people he felt he could have an actual conversation with enough to linger around the place longer. It was while he was inching closer to the door to make an exit that the large man bumped into someone, him not moving an inch but them staggering back a bit from colliding with the wall-like man. Grabbing the woman’s elbow to keep her from falling, King studied her face for a moment before realizing her knee the woman. “ Violet?”

@xvxlet

[frankie-calhoun]

STARTER || CASSIE MORGAN (@cassieontop)

Sneaking in was one thing - keeping incognito was another. There was more than one person who could recognize him - he’d counted himself fortunate to have come away from war without any horrible scars (not that he hadn’t paid for it in other ways), but right now, he wished he was unrecognizable. After nearly running into one of his father’s oldest friends, Frankie decided that he needed to take a little break.

Wearing a tweed suit, bowler hat, and a special lapel pin (Labelled “Veteran”, it had been given to him as a gift from a coworker at his old paper), he blended in fairly well with the bunches of other men who were wearing similar outfits. Frankie’s own clothing was far less ornate than what he imagined his parents were wearing, but he didn’t mind. It was hard to consider himself a “real” Calhoun, even as every minute he spent in this place threatened to expose him as such.

Having grabbed a drink from a waiter passing by, he was sipping it nervously (but slowly, trying to pace himself so he didn’t drink too much) when he saw a familiar face that wasn’t one he wanted to avoid. It was the very pretty girl from the other day, the one who had even flirted with him despite how idiotic Frankie thought he acted in front of her.

“Cassie,” he said, smile tinged with relief. ‘I, um, I d-d-didn’t know you’d be here tonight.”

[fox--davis]

Somewhere between an instrumental version of some Frank Sinatra song and the family behind the event posing for pictures in front of everyone like they had no issues, Fox had gotten friendly with one of the bartenders who was now serving him the good stuff for an extra tip.  He couldn’t help but look at them and think about how flawed they were -- all of them up there with big smiles and expensive clothing that they pretended to buy with money they earned legitimately. Fox new better; he was no stranger to the high stakes games that were thrown, and because of that, his eyes landed on the eldest Male of the family, his thinning silver hair mean to make him look distinguished from years of hard work, but all Fox saw was a liar and a cheater like his own father.

“What an asshole, right? “ He said aloud to no one in particular before turning to see who was standing next to him and recognizing her. “ Hey, I know you...”

@cargallo

[fox--davis]

It was still early, barely an hour into the gala and Fox was already bored. He’d been nursing a drink to keep his wits about him so he could put names to faces in the Nevada elite and mentally prepare for the poker game, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was on edge. These upscale parties reminded him too much of home and his father -- the life he used to have. He couldn’t help but look around at the spoiled rich kids betting away a grand because they had nothing better to do with the money and resent them for it.  Scoffing, he decided to sink into the part of the room where people were drinking, smoking, and generally looking like they couldn't care less to be there when out of the sea of faces, he spotted Calliope. Things were weird with them, but that wasn’t anything new. Against the better judgment to turn on his heel and not engage her, he walked up to her with a smirk. “ Last place I thought I’d find you.I thought you hated these things? Lemme guess: free booze?”

@calliopejade