#mwevent04

[robocxp-blog]

Eddie had avoided these exact kinds of parties all the way through his youth. At the time, he had somewhat resented his father for keeping him from going, not that anyone would have invited him. But now? He would take staying home and redrafting his history essay for the fifth time over this...anarchy. 

Everywhere he looked it was a newly disgusting scene. Someone in a rented dress losing the deposit along with their lunch, the barely avoidable tsunamis that leapt up every time someone dived into the pool, the endless cries of chug, chug, chug. Whoever said that children are our future must have been quite the nihilist. 

Eddie was so lost in his thoughts that he barely even noticed the person who sidled up next to him, two drinks in hand. Unless they were a hardened alcoholic, Eddie deduced that one of them was meant for him. 

“Oh. No, thank you. I’m fine.”

[damndamionx]

Though he was a doctor by profession, his chosen Greek god of the evening was utterly befitting; it went without saying that to those who knew him, the Hawkins was a party animal, one who had learned to master the art of pouring drinks and concocting rambunctious cocktails for a festive crowd. Tonight, he was more than living it up, eager to further the party with his drinking skills and creations. It was his personal tribute to the god of wine and festivity, if there ever was one.

An inside connection (and a discreetly slipped 50) was all Damion needed to weasel his way to the pop-up bar that Troy had at the event. Behind the bar, the chin-dimpled doctor made bottles soar and glasses shake, enjoying his temporary task as he catered to whomever asked. With a dash of his charms, he could get away with nearly everything.

As another attendee approached his counter, the man grinned, never breaking a stride as he effortlessly poured into a chilled glass. “What can I get you? Dionysus at your service.” 

[maevengravesmd-blog]

It wasn’t long after she separated from Damion that the backup supplies she called for arrived. She took her own and hoped the off-duty nurse would track Damion down. 

Maeven carried a dinky tackle box with medical supplies in it, gripping the handle with her good hand and holding the one with the broken finger close to her so she didn’t catch it on anything as she traveled through the wreckage. People were aiding each other all around her, but there were still so many who were injured and in need of medical attention. Not to mention people who would have to be checked for crush injuries, and the many who would have to be moved to Chicago for treatment after this was all said and done.

An individual caught Maeven’s eye and she came to them, taking their hand in hers. “Hey, hey, are you okay?” She looked into the person’s eyes and smiled reassuringly. “Dr. Graves.” She took the hand she held and shook it gently. “Talk to me and tell me what you’re feeling, okay?”

[harperxbrennan]

With her white lace dress sitting comfortably at knee length and her metal flower crown piece sitting neatly among her flowing blonde locks, Harper continued doing inventory at the nurses station. She practically lived at the medical center, and had actually gotten ready hours ago, just so she could drop into work and get some last minute jobs done. But as Harper checked her phone, she quickly realised she’d horribly lost track of time and was now late to meet her date for the night. Dropping everything she was working on, she quickly grabbed her clutch and rushed for the door. Troy was only a few blocks away, and naturally Harper was a fast paced walker, in fact she tended to rush through everything she ever did.

Finding the crowd that spilled onto the street, her eyes wandered the faces and looked for one handsome cop that she’d be set up with. Spotting Julian she straightened herself out one last time, before stepping forward. “Hey” he greeted with a soft smile, both hands grasping at her clutch so she didn’t have to wonder what to do with her arms. “So sorry i’m late. I could make up some really convincing and understandable excuse as for why I wasn’t her twenty minutes ago. But honestly I lost track of time at work”

@julian-bolanos

[maizeofloverp]

This year’s spring fling will be hosted by Troy Bar & Lounge on May 4th, 2018 at 5pm. 

Arrive in costume-- those without one will be turned away at the door. The venue will be posted on the doors day-of, so be sure to stop by!

[southby]

@salvagingsloan

“Safe to say neither one of us should’ve gotten out of bed. It's sort of an unspoken rule that things will not turn out the way you plan.”

[maevengravesmd-blog]

Maeven strolled around the room upon arrival, greeting people with air kisses and arm squeezes. Her usual gig of smiles and nods and generous listening. The occasional person would tell her a harrowing tale of their last health scare and she’d gasp and “wow” and “I’m so glad you’re alright” when it was appropriate.

Eventually she found her way to the popup bar and ordered a shot of whiskey. She liked to have a good shot and then chase it with a slow-nursed martini. It was her signature when she wanted to feel good, but didn’t want to feel too good. She thanked the bartender and smirked at the person next to her.

“Cheers to tonight.” She held her shot glass out gracefully.

[southby]

One foot in front of the other, Southby kept up the routine in hope that he wouldn’t wave to one side of the hot tub or the other. With a gaudy gauntlet in one hand, he used the other to throw out to his right to keep his balance as he traipsed across the line between the hot tub & the pool. “Yikes…” He murmured aloud, his hand bouncing lightly off the top of someone’s head. An apology was added as he hopped onto solid ground once more, faced with the dilemma of wading into either of the pools fully clothed.

“Goddamn, my bad.“ Southby apologized, slipping a pair over sunglasses over his eyes despite the current absence of the sun.