not that she would be inclined to say it out loud, but logan hunters valentines day extravaganza was a thing of beauty. no expense spared and everyone that is deemed a whos-who of the upper east side in attendance. normally agnes wasn't one for valentines day but she knew better than to pass up on a hunter party.
completing her admin obligation for the night, agnes dropped her card into 'cupid's mailbox' and moved along towards the bar.
Isobel had been back and forth on whether or not she should make an appearance at Logan's party, but when she was standing outside The Palace hotel... she just couldn't do it. Pivoting on her heel, she found herself in a window booth at the bar across the street, where she could watch everyone coming and going from the event she helped plan.
She wasn't sure how many drinks in she was anymore, but maybe after this one she would find the nerve to just go in–or maybe it would be enough for the bartender to cut her off and call her a cab. Just one more drink and she would decide.
according to logan, this would be a night to remember, and she was sure it would be with all the planning that logan had done. that being said, she could feel the nerves in her stomach at the idea of being paired up with anyone. however, she was always told that fortune favoured the brave and with that jessica dropped her card into cupids mailbox and let out a breath.
"Do you think it's too late to remove a card from the mailbox?" She muttered. Damn Cupid. It had sounded like a fun innocent idea but the longer the night went on, the more real it was. She could end up with anyone. Was the mailbox even possible to break into? Realizing they could hear her, Beth shook her head. "I mean, who do you think the performances will be?" She should never have filled out a card.
Dawson loved any chance to make new friends in the city, and his art had been getting more attention. Being able to meet new people to help further his career, this was the room to be in tonight. Some of the faces he knew distinctly, but mostly it was a crowd he didn't know well.
He was standing near the bar alone, checking the card he hadn't managed to fill out yet. He knew what he loved, but what would sound the best. "Which sounds worse, loving seventeenth-century art history or talking about art theory?"
"Okay, let me get this straight... we put a thing we love on this card and the magical Powers That Be pair us up with one person? One?" Ruby was waving her blank card around at the injustice of it all. "A room bursting at the seams with the most beautiful people in New York, and I only get to maybe make-out with one?"
after her ‘conversation’ with lili, gabriela had to get out of the gallery. she felt her chest was tight and the breath was leaving her lungs quicker than it was arriving, she had to get far away from lili, atticus and nick. she would drive upstate to her place outside of the city to lick her wounds away from their prying eyes.
gabriela looked to see jamie deep in conversation with roman ravenwood and she wasn’t going to interrupt the lifelong friends. she would send jamie a message when she got home that she dipped out and didn’t want to disturb her evening. grabbing her clutch bag from the table, she left the doors of the gallery to see her driver pull the car around to meet her. gabriela greeted him and climbed into the back seat, instructing that plans were changing and she’d be going upstate. with a nod of his head, he put the car in drive and took off down the road on route to their destination.
the drive was going smoothly enough, but she had noticed a car was driving too close for comfort to her own. her driver had clearly noticed before her and avoided saying anything to worry her, his eyes darting between the road and the wind mirrors. objects may be closer than they appear. this one was looming over them. the speed increased slightly, they had tried to shake the car but it was no use. moments later gabriela would jolt forward, her seatbelt burning at her skin and her head cracking against the window after the impact sent her car off the road sending the vehicle crashing into a nearby tree
she groggily came to with a pounding head and the feel of something on her face. slowly she reached up to let her fingertips brush the liquid to be met with crimson her hand. she groaned at the feeling of her body screaming at her when she moved to unbuckle her seatbelt and climb to check on her driver “olsen? are you okay?” she asked, but the front seat was empty and the door was wide open. he had been yanked from the car and before she had a moment to think, she was ripped from the back of the car to come face to face with howard archibald.
“my darling niece, come give your old uncle a hug” she felt her stomach turn and the bile rise. pulling her into a bruising hug, she could feel his arms tighten around her like a boa constrictor, squeezing the breath from her already burning lungs. she could feel the bones from her broken ribs crunching inside her from the pressure. a scream tore from her lips at the pain, something that her uncle clearly relished in when she felt his grip tighten enough to hear the sound again. once satisfied he dumped her to the ground in a heap, leaving her groaning in pain. “i’m going to give you an option like you gave me those years ago…” he spoke, venom dripping from his voice as he crouched down. the smell of cheap booze prominent on his breath “…family or freedom?” he didn’t need to say more than that. it was clear as day to her. she either went with him or she walked free and her family would take her place.
“fa-family” she gasped through gritted teeth. she’d always protect family. “they always were your weak spot” he hummed, happy with the answer. with the energy she had left, she spat a mouthful of blood in his face before his fist collided with her face and everything went blurry. the last thing she remembered was being hoisted from the ground and tossed into the back seat of a car before her vision eventually went black.