#lomk:event7

[reinathane]

OPEN / Everyone at the patch over party​ LOCATION: Primordial clubhouse

A party like this is just the icing on top of the whirlwind that’s been Reina’s life lately. In two days time she’d gone from shacking up in a shoebox with the man she’d been having an affair with who somehow became her boyfriend, to now moving all of her shit into another man’s home thanks to her rash decision making. She knows it’s fast and she knows she’s being manic, to say the least, but the temptation had been too strong for her to turn Otto down. Her fight with Caine had been the last straw, leading her to where she is now — sauntering into the patch over party on Otto’s arm with a rock the size of a quarter on her ring finger, something she’d demanded he get from the jewelry store the day before if they were really going to do this. She hasn’t told anyone about her sudden shift in men but Reina supposes tonight is as good a time as any for the general public to find out she’s suddenly decided to get married to the man sporting a new president’s patch on his chest. Her kids have been dumped with a babysitter despite her daughter’s ongoing health issues, which means Reina has no qualms demanding a gin and tonic from the prospect on bartending duty before she realizes she’s got eyes on her. “Yes, it’s a real diamond,” she says, flashing her ring proudly to the person next to her as if it isn’t actually kind of ugly, but that’s what she gets for getting it on such short notice. “You can stop staring.”

[andythane]

OPEN | PATCH OVER PARTY 

This is as relieving as it is stressful. With the patch over said and done, he feels like he can breathe a little bit easier now -- They’ve got an actual means of pushing back against the Rogues now, even if this fight has only just begun. Normally, he’d be celebrating just as much as anyone else. Had this been a year ago, he would be the one pouring shots down people’s throats and drunkenly shouting about how the Rogues could suck his dick. Tonight, however, was a much different story -- One that leaves him leaning against a wall outside of the clubhouse, Diet Coke in one hand and cigarette in the other, watching as the party goers become more and more chaotic. He’s more tense than he’d care to admit, the smell of booze and smoke filling the air, the former leaving him on the edge of his metaphorical seat. The only reason he hasn’t cracked open a beer or grabbed a bottle is the sheer willpower he’s managed to create, even if his grip on the soda can is close to crushing it entirely.  

His head tips back, hitting the cemented wall with a gentle thud, as his cigarette meets his lips once more. Andy doesn’t really want company -- Truthfully, he’s waiting for Rowan to circle around and find him (too afraid if he makes the move to find her he’ll end up at the bar), tell him she’s had enough for tonight, so they can leave. But, it’s hard to avoid conversation on a night like this, so he pushes the smoke past his lips and acknowledges the person who’s approached. “Enjoyin’ yourself?” He settles with (Or well, shouts), easy enough -- It’s stating the obvious, based on the loud cheers and deafening volume of the music around them. 

[catxmendoza]

open starter for the patchover party

Good weed and alcohol had a way of curing a lot of bullshit. Despite her general personality, Cat wasn’t a hard woman to please. A party had a way of turning her mood all the way around, and not just because she made a little money. It gave her permission to leave all the bullshit outside and forget, to smoke and drink it away even if it was just for a few hours. 

She had been smoking and dancing with a Siren, a pretty little thing whom Cat would be sure to call on later. Cat tucked the 8th of weed into the her back pocket while the Siren in question passed the folded bills with a smile. With a grin, she pressed a kiss to it and winked at her before turning on her heel to head to the bar- catching sight of someone looking at her. Her brow raised as she tucked the money in her bra and sighed. “What? You gonna snitch on me?” She asked teasingly, rolling her eyes at the prospect.

[wyattnadir]

open starter: patchover party

The outcome of the patch over had gone 50/50 for him. He’s happy to have Kali on his team, thinking about to a time when he’d nearly had to vote against having her killed. But he’s not thrilled about the change in leadership--a sentiment shared among most Primordials. But Otto’d had the numbers: hiss own crew and enough original members to take the gavel. He didn’t like it but no sense in letting it spoil a perfectly good party. Wyatt’s been on his best behavior most of the night, only a few beers deep and a line of coke he’d done when Izzy wasn’t looking and he’s feeling pretty good leaning against the bar waiting for a prospect to get him another drink. “Swear to god,” he says to the person beside him, “this guy doesn’t learn to pour faster he’s never gonna get out of that prospect cut.” He slaps the hand of his good arm against the countertop. “I’ll vote no every time, dude! Hurry the fuck up.” 

[scthcartcr]

@celinacarcone​

“Not in the mood,” he says before Cece could even open her mouth. His finger presses to her lips before he pulls it away. “We’re drinkin’, not talkin’,” he adds, nodding his head at the bartender. When they come over and pour two shots for them, Seth slides one her way. The least she could do is humor him instead of wanting to talk about the fact that one, he’s here with Remi, and two, he’s lost his seat at the end of the table to Otto. Not that Seth trusts Otto, but he has to let it go… or something like that. At least for tonight. “To not havin’ as much responsibility?” he says, unsure of his cheers before slamming the shot back.

[izzyrojas]

@wyattnadir​

Izzy had been enjoying the night. It was loud and vibrant and everyone enjoyed her dress— including Wyatt. She was embracing all the energy and trying to remind herself this was what a party sober looked like. She didn’t love watching other people snort lines and not being able to partake, knowing the buzz that would rush to her brain, but she’d said that she would be fine. So she would be fine. That didn’t mean that she wouldn’t cling to Wyatt’s side when things were a little— harder. Interrupting a conversation Wyatt was having with some Siren looking woman she didn’t know, Izzy places two hands on his chest from in front of him. “I need a distraction or I’m two seconds away from doing something like dumb,” she tells him. 

[marisolsteel]

@jeremiahthcne​ patchover party

It’s clear that Jer isn’t exactly happy about the way things shook out. And Marisol can’t blame him. She’s not exactly happy to see Otto’s ascent to power, claiming the head of the table and the crown that officially made him “king of the bikers.” But she’s very much out of her element here and as good as she is at playing the supportive girlfriend role, there’s not exactly a manual to how to comfort your boyfriend when your own father is the one who just overthrew the balance of his kingdom. Or maybe the court intrigue metaphor is just starting to get away from her. Not everything has to be an episode of Game of Thrones.

Marisol silently eases herself in beside him, quietly evading his notice as he watches something from his position. Without speaking, she manages to lift the fresh bottle of beer up to the lobe of his ear, pressing the cold glass against his skin, grinning at her effort to startle him to attention. “Sorry,” but her apology is just a playful laugh, in direct contrast to the serious expression that had occupied his face most of the night. “You seem like you could use a drink.”

[adrianhcndrix]

[txt: andy]

Adrian: Hey I hope this isn't weird or anything

Adrain: But I know shits supposed to get wild tonight so if you need someone to talk you off a ledge I'm posted up on my couch watching Legally Blonde and eating cupcakes

Adrian: So I've got my phone on me.