#nyu:eventstart

[lxvelyvixlet]

His set had finished fifteen minutes before and that was exactly how long it had taken Hayden to wade through the crowd of cheering people towards the black curtain that marked the entrance to backstage. It had been forty-five minutes of pure bliss for her, especially his cover of The Weeknd, and she was more than excited to tell him that and boast about the photos she’d taken with the camera now dangling around her neck. “’scuse me.” She mumbled to some unknown figure in her way as she pushed through the curtain until she found a makeshift sign with his band’s name on it. Hayden let a coy smile rest on her face as she stood inside the secondary curtain- an obvious green room setup for all the bands preparing to go on stage. She spotted him immediately, walking up behind him while her fingers fidgeted together. “How about that autograph now?”

@wtfalexx

[victoriaadsuar]

“How many little black dresses is too many little black dresses?” she wondered aloud, smoothing down the micro-mini scrap of fabric barely covering her body. “And more importantly, do I look too much like a shot girl? I’m not interested in being confused for the help on my very first trip to Vegas. ...well?” 

[aylaxc]

“Okay, so...” Ayla started with a playful smirk on her lips. “You could try to dunk me, but it seems like your arm sucks. Anyway -- we can try that, or -- if you miss three times, I’ll have dinner with you. Just so you don’t feel completely awful with missing. How does that sound?”

[lylahq]

“I can’t hear you,” the blonde shouted, her voice barely carrying over the loud thud of the club music as she swayed along to the beat. “What did you say?“

[tfchloee]

"No, just get what I'm saying. I have a fake I.D. all you gotta do is sneak me in and act like I'm 25. I need my dark booze and a gambling fix. I'm really good at blackjack and slot machines.”

[wtfalexx]

"It kinda defeats the puropse me being here considering I've been here a bunch of times, you know? Also besides the fact that I can't really have that much fun with the dean breathing down my fuckin' back. I'm gonna eventually sneak away and earn my way to some strip joint."

[rowansv]

“no, dude, i was not trying to hit on your girlfriend. i offered her a drink and that was it. that’s not hitting on her,” rowan tried to poorly defend against the larger blonde guy in front of him outside of the bar he had been occupying. so, yes, he had hit on the girl--but to be fair, she accepted his drink and never mentioned a boyfriend until it was too late, even though he was two feet away and much larger than rowan (some people just like to watch the world burn and innocent men get beat up). he was about to continue his defense when the dude pushed him hard and he stumbled backward into a random guy. “whoaaa, my man, let’s not touch the nice shirt, okay?? i paid good money for this shit and i don’t wanna get blood on it.” 

and that was when the guy wound up his fist, aiming to punch rowan in the face. thankfully, he was fairly quick on his feet and ducked down quickly so that he got the guy behind him and scurried off in a hurry in the passing crowd, chuckling to himself at his predicament. when he bumped someone suddenly, he jumped, slightly surprised, but smiled after a moment. “you didn’t happen to see all of that, did you??”

[avalineprice]

Avaline gave a long frustrated grunt, wanting nothing more than to kick the damn machine as she once again failed. Her morning had been spent inside doing some last minute coding before making her way around the Carnival. She’d been on the odd ride but for the most part she wasn’t too entertained. That was until she found a claw machine. Looking at what lay inside, her eyes set upon a Batman plush. It wasn’t in her collection so there for she needed it. Only she just couldn’t seem to win, she’d come close a few times but it always seemed to slip through her grasp, or more accurately, the claw’s grasp. Turning sharply, she looked around the in search of someone she recognised. Normally, she wouldn’t have even dreamed of going up and asking for help but now she wanted something bad enough to ask. Cautiously, Ava walked over trying to work up a little courage. “Uhm, so are you by any chance good at claw machines? I-I could really use some help, if it’s not too much trouble.”