#post lara

[msmelissalin]

@mobscene-starters​ Open to all. 

Melissa was stood at the bar with glacier features, running her tongue along her crimson lips, thinking more and more into the evening that had transcended even what she believed was capable in the world today. She also felt like she shouldn’t have been surprised. Albeit, she had been. And now here she stood, alone, wondering if she could dull this simmer. 

Turning her head to the person to her right. ‘’I’m in the mood for a shot of vodka. Are you in?’’

[ayda--demir]

It had been a few fights after Kerem’s and she was left on her own devices; not entirely -- she still had a man shadowing her. Her hues glanced around the room and she spotted a blonde at a table alone. He did well in the fight. Both of them were impressive, but her heart wanted her friend to win, and he did. 

Taking a deep breath she made her way over, slipping through a few people before coming around the table across from him. “You look good.” Russet hues glance over him dressed back in his suit. Olivier looked a little beat up. Kerem would be fine, Emine would take care of him. She wondered if Olivier had someone. “Care for some company?”

@mrofontaine​​

[emine--yalaz]

“It’s getting a little intense in here, isn’t it Pretty Boy Puff. You French are having a hard time keeping people dead.”

@mrofontaine​

[mrofontaine]

@eleanor--shipley​

Olivier couldn’t help that similar fury he’d felt some time a year ago when his ocean orbs landed upon her, hands instantly fisting beside him even as the pain shot through from his fight. In a matter of moments, he couldn’t even think of anything else, feet carrying him to her. ‘’I should have finished what I started a fucking year ago.’’ He spat.

[msmelissalin]

@henrygarcia​

‘’Henry.’’ Melissa greeted, voice dripping with ice, a smirk twinging at the corner of her lips. ‘’Were you another involved in this extravagant reveal?’’ She asked, gesturing upwards to Lara.

[ayda--demir]

Ayda was fuming. She was getting tired of her brother’s antics and the alcohol was not helping. The Turk was a little more bolder than she normally would be. 

“The lockers Aya.” Emre growled behind her, clearly put off with her behaviour and now having to tell Hasan what he found her doing. It was something that could wait after the match. 

The brunette flipped him off, continuing on her way she was being ushered to when a crowd of people moved between them. When she rounded the corner she came face to face with a familiar face. 

“Lisette.” She gave a soft smile, glancing over her shoulder to not find him there. Her body relaxed a little. Ayda would have a couple minutes before he would find her again.

@lismarstclair​

[msmelissalin]

@varden-lefebvre​

Melissa took no time to walk up to the towering man, face made of stone. ‘’It’d seem you’ve had your hands pretty fully recently, recovery, your position and the attempt on the life of one of mine.’’ She let her hand run down the lapel of his suit. ‘’Bold choices, Varden.’’

[msmelissalin]

@erdogan-nevra​

That fire in her stomach hadn’t died down, instead it festered and because she could even stop herself, she was marching in search of certain individuals. One being Nevra. She spotted her quickly, sliding in beside her with that grace she possessed. ‘’As always, you look stunning.’’ Melissa complimented, giving her a once over and a nodding of approval. ‘’How is it, being surrounded by those you once called family and now can’t stand the sight of you?’’