#tfrstarter

[itsingridmontesmahdavi]

when your boss is hosting a get together at a vanderbilt art gallery, you make sure that you make an effort to dress up. especially if said boss is fashionable jamie park. ingrid breezed though the gallery, phone in hand while she made sure that all details were to exactly what jamie had expressed in her vision.

"no, ms park wanted the thin stem glasses, we're not serving wine in those clunky wine goblets. thin stems only, please. and the cheese and horderves should be on constant rotation" she instructed, receiving a nod from the event organiser before they rushed off. ingrid turned to the nearest tray and picked up a glass of wine to take the edge off when she noticed someone looking over.

"ugh, you caught me...how are you? are you enjoying the gallery?"

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[shinebrightlikea-sapphire]

"In my experience, only two things equal a 'Happy Valentine's Day' and that's kissing or tequila. Which one do you want?"

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[juliettevanderbilt]

"Finally. Please, can you help me get this clip back in? I had to redo my hair."

[itsroniravenwood]

roni wasn't an art lover by any means, and she couldn't tell you a painter from a poet but she appreciated pretty things like paintings, handbags, jewllery...people "that one's pretty" she announced to the person she was talking with, pointing to one of the waiters

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[romanravenwood]

not a man that enjoyed much social interaction outside of work, roman sat in a coffee shop reading the morning news and working on the daily crossword from the new york times before he would start reading his pile of scripts his agent had passed to him. hearing server bringing over his coffee he sat back in nodded in thanks.

"hey, thanks. if you keep those coffees coming when you see my mug empty that would be appreciated"

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[icy-isobel]

This month had been hell for Isobel. She had lost Logan, she didn't feel like she had any right to turn to Ceren and Jessica, the ratings for Partying With Prescott had been taking a nosedive, and she was slowly isolating herself more and more. It had to stop. She was Isobel Prescott and she needed to pull herself together. It was this mindset that had brought her to the bar on 57th, where they were having a 'Heroes & Villains' themed night.

Pulling on her tightest spandex, Isobel showed up dressed as Catwoman and wasted no time throwing back shot after shot at the bar. This is what she needed–a drunken night out where she could pretend the past year or so had never happened. Turning to the person beside her, Isobel rested a hand on their arm and leaned in. "Dance with me?"

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[novelist-dan]

Dan had been spending most of his time working on a short story whenever he wasn't at school. He had been tutoring in his free time to make some extra cash, but it had not been going too well. Most of the people he had been working with were pushing him. Definitely a little too far.

He was sitting with his head in his hands, coffee forgotten as he stared at his laptop. "I cannot keep looking at this, it's so bad." @tfrstarters

[imchuckbxss]

"look, i'm here because it's for the company. atticus runs this shit like ghost protocol, i have no concerns. i'm on best behaviour tonight, he doesn't need my ass stressing him out. it's the least i can do for him"

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