#verpevent3

[violentendsrp]

On the evening of October 26th, Tate Rodriguez and Quinn Archibald hosted their annual Halloween party at Tate’s home. The event was nothing short of a classic house party -- Jungle Juice, beer pong, and people staying far later than two am. The party went off without a hitch, and below the cut you will find a recap of a few of the on-goings. Want to hear Gossip Girl’s side of the story? Find it here.

SEBASTIAN O’RILEY: Have you seen Monty Santos and Sebastian O'Riley finally bump into each other? Sadly, nothing too intense took off, other than Sebastian, half an hour later, with Nathalie Kirbey. Where to, we don't know, but we doubt that he got anything out of it.            

BISHOP KIRBEY: Bishop let it slip to Sebastian that he’s basically hooked up with Chessie, granted he didn’t admit that it’s still an ongoing thing. That’s another conversation for a different day and Sebastian deserves it sober. Bishop was gonna hook up with a rando but found Chessie puking in the bathroom, took her ass home, tucked her in, made sure she was safe and then bounced before the sun came up and he was caught being chivalrous. He also held a conversation with Tate, and ran into Monty -- Who was happy to dish out some passive aggression.

TATE RODRIGUEZ: For most of the evening, Tate tried to ensure that their house didn’t end up in shambles in result of their unnecessarily large guest list.  They sipped red wine in true Westeros fashion (they were Daenerys Targaryen for Halloween) and essentially watched over their home.Tate and Chessie had a tense conversation about what had happened between them after the masquerade ball and the conversation ended in Tate walking away from Chessie.Tate did shots of tequila with O.Tate also spent most of the night in their bedroom talking to Monty about everything but him hooking up with Chessie.

NATHALIE KIRBEY:  Nathalie's night began with too much alcohol and led to her not remembering much of what had happened. She had a brief but rude (at least on her part) conversation with Monty, spoke to Chessie for a few minutes, and then after a bizarre exchange, she was at McDonald's with Sebastian eating a happy meal. She wasn't at the party long before they left but after reading Gossip Girl's the next morning, it's obvious that people saw her leave with him and immediately made the worst assumption possible.            

ROWAN TANDEL: 1. Chat with Tate 2. Smoke weed with Chessie. 3. ???? 4. Suffer. Rowan showed up dressed as James Bond, got pretty drunk, talked with Tate, smoked with Chessie, and generally felt isolated and wished he could go home- but them drugs don't move themselves.            

CHESSIE ABERNATHY:  Her night began with Bishop, smoking on the porch with their new found banter, only to end quickly, replaced with weed, booze, and beer pong with Rowan. Once she was thoroughly wasted she found herself in the arms of Monty Santos, the two having hooked up in Tate’s bathroom. It didn’t take long for her to find herself alone and hunched over a toilet. Black out drunk is a terrible color on her, but in the midst of the chaos, Bishop made sure she got home safely.

[taterodriguez]

“Oh Dios mío,”  Tate exclaimed at the sight their bathroom had been left in.  “Who the fuck had sex in my bathroom?!”

[chessieabernathy]

@ceokirbey TW: puking.

It had been a long night, to say the least. Chessie found herself floating through the party, moving from one person to another too easily. It started on the balcony with Bishop, that turned to getting high and properly wasted with Rowan -- Which had made her enjoy this party much more, now that she was red eyed and drunk, guilt was long lost in the sea of party goers. She only cared about the games of beer pong she’d played (most of which she lost), and dancing in Tate’s living room to some hip-hop song from the early two-thousands. Her night ended how most intoxicated ones did -- In the arms of some stranger, this time around having been Monty Santos (a fact she’d regret come morning). Only now, as it did every now and again, her actions caught up with her faster than sunrise. It was somewhere around two in the morning, leaving her hunched over a toilet. The contents came out far too easily, burning her throat worse than any liquor had.

Through the last eight years, Chessie had learned to handle her liquor better -- But every now and again, she ended up in this position. She was past the point of being able to handle herself, so instead of stumbling through the party in an attempt to find O or Wren, or even her coat to leave and call a car, Chessie sat on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. She’d get up, eventually. But for now, she was content with enjoying the cool air of Tate’s master bath, knees pulled to her chest, forehead resting against them. She’d probably dozed off at some point, having managed to use the last of her will power to keep herself from puking anymore. The sound of a door opening pulled her awake, lifting her head to get a glimpse at who was intruding. “S’bathroom’s taken,” she slurred easily, before she found herself hunched over the toilet once more, a string of swear words passing her lips in the process, before the Vodka she drank earlier made a new home.

[themontysantos-blog]

@taterodriguez

“Tate,” Monty slurred their name as he put his arm around their shoulder. “You’re an angel, you know that? Like, I think God put you on this planet to be an angel to me. I think you’re so nice and so wonderful.” His words were a drunken mess, much like he was, but they were the truth. Though this night had its ups and downs, Monty was grateful to Tate. Not for tonight specifically, but rather for everything else. “You are so beautiful, Tate,” he said. “I’m going to sing you a song. I’m going to sing you a soooong.” He sing-songed the last word in no particular tune before he began to sing. 

“You will always be, beautiful in my eyes---”

[oatanas]

@sebastianoriley

For just one night, O was going to let herself unclench. She was going to take off her CEO hat and stop worrying about every move she made and just have fun. At least, that was the plan at the beginning of the night -- and up until now, she had been doing a pretty good job at it. She was dressed as Mia Wallace: black bob wig covering her brunette locks, black nylons beneath the short black skirt she was wearing, and the white button down unbuttoned enough to show off the black bralette she was wearing along with the red make up she had used to mark off the place an adrenaline shot would be administered. She topped the look off with a drip of fake blood beneath her nose and told herself that the baggy of cocaine in her breast pocket just added to the authenticity as well as the good time she was going for.  

Feeling the affects of the alcohol in her system, a happy fog had settled over O as she refilled the cup in her hand. In the fog, even the voice she had deemed obnoxious years ago hadn’t managed to make her frown --- at least, not until she turned around and saw just what Sebastian was wearing. And just like that, her usual annoyance (though for now, significantly more subdued) surfaced, eyebrows pulling downward and nose scrunching in disdain. “This has got to be a joke.” 

[chessieabernathy]

@rowan-tandel

She returned to the party without as much as a look back at Bishop, knowing she had played a dangerous game with him. It wasn’t anything she couldn’t cover with alcohol, and whatever Rowan had in tow. Speaking of -- Chessie returned to the living room with the intent to find him, scanning the room quickly before her eyes landed on him. “You,” It wasn’t much of a greeting, but then again -- They had never been the type for pleasantries. “Drinks. Now.” Chessie instructed, an arm looping through his, interrupting whatever conversation he had going on.

[sebastianoriley]

Although Sebastian usually found comfort in large seas of masked strangers with loud drinks in their hands, spotting Nathalie Kirbey came as a blessing that he moved towards through the crowd effortlessly, without planning a conversation for the encounter to come. Nathalie was a portrait drawn by many close to him that he wasn’t supposed to wholly like, but the O’Riley never considered public opinions in regards to people and knew about himself that he could get along with nearly anyone. And, in lack of worse company, the literal equivalent of a Disney princess seemed an ideal way to pass time until a more familiar face entered. 

Approaching her would have never been Sebastian’s first choice, but at the same time, he didn’t fear the white teeth covered by the petite lipsticked mouth who seemed to only smile and talk pleasantries. He feared no human being, after all, with social skills thought to lock them all up eventually, simply by the peculiar manner of speech and talent in charm. There he was, easily going towards someone he hadn’t spoken to since middle school, remembering only faintly the sound of her actual voice. Syrup. It must be syrup to an extent.

“You seem sad and I cannot allow that,” he declared emptily, without even having looked Nathalie’s way. It was simply an overzealous manner of introducing himself directly into an undeniable conversation. He wasn’t indifferent sounding or condescending. In fact, the tone of nothing more but a court jester at her service, jovial but compassionate, must have helped with the delivery. Showing a pathetic smile Bishop’s cousin’s way, he sighed his way out of the party mood. “They never end, these events.” The conclusion wasn’t so bitter, for Sebastian never wanted to stop partying, but weariness was included without being feigned.

@nathaliexkirbey

[chessieabernathy]

@ceokirbey

It was conflicting and confusing, but Chessie couldn’t help the excitement that found her when her eyes scanned the room and found Bishop. Something about him was pulling her back in, and while she wouldn’t admit to it, for fear of being seen as another one of ‘those’ girls -- She didn’t fight it in that moment, letting herself be pulled across the apartment to where he stood. They hadn’t spoken since their last night together, and thanks to his handy work, she had constant reminders spread across her body. Dark spots on her breasts, her neck, between her thighs. She didn’t consider hickies to hold much of anything to her, but she found herself brushing her fingertips over them, resisting the urge to call him over to her place.

“It looks I found you just in time,” Chessie declares, giving him a once over. “Take a smoke break with me, save yourself from all this fun,” she offered, pulling her half empty pack of cigarettes from being tucked away in her bra.