#int. inside

[odilestpierre]

FOR: @mobscene-starters WHERE: THE VENUE. EVENT: HALLOWEEN PARTY, 2025.

"I'm just praying the fake blood doesn't dye my hair, because my hairdresser will literally kill me if it does." Her bank account was already quivering as she stared into the first mirror she could find. Was she vain? Absolutely. Did she care? Not one little bit. "But it was easy to chuck on, didn't take much effort— if you get me." Odile had spent most of her day in a meeting about a new charity she'd be hosting. Time had been of the essence. "We need new eye-candy," she pouts. "My poor eyes are being denied what they are due."

[svetavorshevsky]

FOR: @tolyaveselov WHEN: Post reveals.

"A night with me, you must be thrilled, Tolya." The corner of her lip barely scratched a smile, or a smirk. "Are you bringing that Tolya-esque basement vibes I'm all too used to...or will I have to make it fun for us?"

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @islahvnt

"I have to say..." hand waving down the length of her body, "If you ended up getting my date, I wouldn't complain."

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @romanbaranovsky EVENT: The Camp Out, 24' WHERE: Their Rich Tent.

It was the kind of awkward where he didn't know what step to take first. While he'd spent the last few weeks learning all he could, more so than before, about the Russians -- he was still left wondering if the decisions Melissa were making were the right moves, or the wrong ones. This tent was far beyond his wildest dreams, especially considering the tent that both Melissa and he had scored respectively.

His smirk was snaking, as he turned in the too-big space (of which he was thankful for) and shrugged. "You don't talk much, fine. Do you smoke, though?" the allusion to something different from a cigarette.

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @milaxkorshunova

"I hope you weren't disappointed, I certainly wasn't." He was sheepish on approaching Mila. Benjamin, for all his posture, had a human boy still lurking inside him. And he knew the hierarchy, had fucking studied it. "I promise...I'm not too much like my boss."

[msmelissalin]

FOR: @vinnievespucci

One second before, she smiled.

One second later, she didn't.

Standing face to face with what Melissa knew was the devil in disguise.

"Vincenzo, a pleasure." Forced, volatile...painted in a pretty political bandaid.

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @ayda--demir

Benjamin hadn't seen Ayda since the forced date that Melissa had orchestrated. And even if they both could've admitted they'd had a good time, things had been awkward. Still, seeing her didn't deter him from walking over.

"Ayda," Ben greeted, with a bow of his head. "How are you?"

[maksimkurylenko]

FOR: @amaroadriana

"Here." Maks held out the champagne bottle, cork already evacuated, a grin spreading across his lips. "Wanna share?" It was a simple offering; he didn't say much else. He didn't even wait for her to answer before taking a swig and thrusting it toward her again. "Going once, going twice…"