who: @lav-jones when: november 5th, 10 pm. where: upper manhattan suite.
There were an alarming number of faces Rhia didn’t recognize, and perhaps if she was a bit more sober, she would have had the sense to question where they came from. Instead she just guided Lav to the ice cooler in the kitchen, digging through for something a little decent. “White claw or Bud Light?” she questioned sweetly, shaking one in each of her hands. “I was kind of hoping we’d have this place more to ourselves,” Rhia admitted, though she wasn’t letting the crowd ruin her planned evening.












