#interaction: tomas

[alarakcplan]

starter for: @tomashernandcz location: Golden Hour

In the days after Hurricane Hax wreaked havoc on not only the festival, but Briar Ridge itself, Alara found herself in a particularly nasty mood. After an uncharacteristic display of emotion on her part was not only shut down, but basically laughed at by her ex - even if it was completely justifiable on his part - Alara was in no mood to laugh off a crummy pick up line. 

So when a man who was clearly from out of town planted himself on the barstool next to hers and hit her with a particularly pathetic attempt, Alara turned a withering gaze in his direction. “Let me explain exactly why I have no interest in getting a drink with you.” Leaning in closer as if contradicting her own words, she smirked at the man beside her, her gaze raking up and down his frame as if sizing him up. “You look like a soft fuck. All you city boys do. Now go on and complain to your little friends over there about how all the girls in this podunk town are too frigid to let you wet your willy.” Turning back to her drink, Alara downed the remainder of it before daintily placing the empty glass in the man's hand. He was thoroughly dismissed and as he slunk off the stool, a murmured “Bitch!” was thrown over his shoulder before he joined his friends. Meanwhile Alara remained unmoved, a smirk tugging at her lips as she ignored him.

[valentincflores]

starter for: @tomashernandcz location: the chaos after the hurricane warning was issued

As Val bopped and weaved her way through the crowd dancing along to RAYE's performance, she couldn't help but notice how ominous the weather had turned. The wind had picked up severely, thunder sounded off in the distance, and she could feel rain drops beginning to fall. About halfway through the performance, a woman came on stage and interrupted the singer, reaching out for the microphone to make an announcement. But Val couldn't hear her. Suddenly, her implant beeped twice signaling the batteries were dying and Val was plunged into silence. She glanced around, scanning the crowd for Leyla or someone she knew, but as the crowd began to frantically disperse, she seemed to have lost her group. What the hell was going on? She couldn't help the nerves that began to creep up on her. Clearly, something was going on but without her hearing, Val felt stranded, with no idea of what was happening around her.

In the next moment, the heavens opened up and rain came pouring down, instantly soaking the woman. Val was really beginning to panic. People were running away from the stage, but in the chaos she couldn't stop someone to try to ask what was happening. Breath sawing in and out of her lungs, she tried moving with the flow of the crowd for a while. But when someone jostled her from behind, Val fell to the ground, her center of balance seeming to be askew with her hearing loss. Perfect. Just perfect. As she struggled to her feet, she may or may not have slipped a few times in the mud.

[mcrcosantos]

starter for: @tomashernandcz @levibecker & @papaflynn location: at one of the drink tents at the briar ridge summer music fest

"Dame mas gasolina!" As Marco belted out- more like shouted out- the last line of Daddy Yankee's anthem, it was hard to understand how the guys had gotten to this moment. What had started off as a drink or two at Golden Hour, had quickly escalated into pregaming, and before he knew it, Marco, Tomas, and Levi had found a random dude with a portable karaoke machine and had commandeered a corner of one of the drink tents and somehow Marco had ended up with the microphone first. And he was just buzzed enough to have given every everything he had to his little performance. Finishing off with a slightly sloppy bow to his captivated audience (aka Levi and Tomas and the guy whose karaoke machine they held hostage), Marco gave grin. "Alright, who's next?"