#verpevent7

[benvanderbilt]

Ben was thankful for BYOB. He finally got to bring himself some microbrew. None of these people ever experienced how amazing beer was like he had. He donned a white suit. To the outside world, he felt as if most of them knew him as little pure Benjamin Vanderbilt. Or at least they did. He used his bottle opener to open his beer up and took the cap into his free hand. “By the end of the night, I think that I’m going to need to carry around a garbage bag for all of these,” He said as he showed his bottle cap to the other person. “Time is also just a social construct, but that’s another lecture for another day. It’s probably hard for Americans to grasp that.”

[chessieabernathy]

@seboriley

It didn’t take long for Chessie to find him -- He was like a magnet for her, pulling her to him without even realizing it. Though they hadn’t spoke much since she admitted to wanting to be with him, the bottle of lemon vodka she was nursing calmed any nerves or doubts she’d have. It wasn’t clear to her where they were at any more, but if there last couple of run ins were any indicator -- They were still following their same patterns, brushing things under the rug. Truthfully, Chessie had no problem with it. She was game if he was, even if it was a destructive way to live. “Hello, handsome,” She greets him with a smirk, moving to sit on the counter top next to him. Crossing her legs, Chessie leaned her elbows on her knees, giving him an arched brow. “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up.”

[violentendsrp]

Are you a Saint or a Sinner? Ring in the New Year right, at Arlo Vasquez’s home for a Saints and Sinners party! Get ready your horns and halos, and get ready to watch the ball drop on DECEMBER 31ST, starting at 8 PM EST. Guests should arrive dressed accordingly -- As a Saint, or a Sinner. No skipping out! This party will be BYOB -- So get your best bottle of Grey Goose from your limo, before you come in. Join us for a proper house party this New Years, but be careful -- You don’t want to start the new year off on the wrong foot.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY DUDES. First of all, my apologies for posting this event’s information so close to the start date -- Holidays are a trip. So, in summary, this will be a Saints and Sinner’s New Years party at the home of ARLO VASQUEZ. It is a BYOB event -- So if you’re planning on posting your characters outfit, let us know what bottle they’re bringing too! All characters are invited, and should be dressed accordingly. If you feel as though your character would not be invited, fear not -- Everyone loves a party crasher. This event will begin on DECEMBER 31ST, at 8 PM EST. Since not everyone will be home for the first night (Have a safe holiday!), this event will be going on until the following MONDAY, JANUARY 8TH, to ensure everyone can be party of the action. All starters for this event should be tagged with #VERPEVENT7.

There will be a large plot drop happening towards the end of the event, that will be the closing moment. All characters will be effected by it in some way, some worse than others. Have any questions? Feel free to send them in!

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[chessieabernathy]

While the cold may be brutal, it didn’t stop Chessie from sneaking onto the terrace for a bump and a smoke. The former only took a moment, an easy pick-me-up to start the night. She carefully tucked the small, white bag back into her jacket pocket, not wanting to risk another run in with Wren. Within half a second, the bag is replaced by a lighter and cigarette. The latter between her teeth to be lit without hesitation. Taking a deep inhale, Chessie pushed the smoke past her lips, holding out her lighter to offer to her company. “You look like you could use it,” she spoke, pulling her coat closer.

[benvanderbilt]

TITLE: Fool Me Twice, Shame On Me. LOCATION & DATE: Arlo’s Place & Early New Year’s Day (1/01/19) SUMMARY: After a night of drinking and getting high, Ben gets busted. However, that doesn’t stop him from resisting. AKA Benjamin Vanderbilt is an idiot.  TRIGGERS:  Oding, mentions of drug use, mentions of arrest and jail

It was destiny that he had run into Chessie or Arlo. Or rather, that they had ran into him. Or met him in the same room. Whatever. And now he was feeling this high all over again. It felt like wind on a crisp fall day to him. He felt something he hadn’t felt in two years. He was pretty damn out of it but it’s not like he really knew that. He thought that he was completely coherent. 

Then when Chessie went down, it didn’t hit him much. It should’ve brought him back to reality. Instead, he just saw her go down without it registering. He then spent the rest of the night, away from others. With a little baggie tucked away in his pocket. How it got there, he wasn’t sure but he knew he’d save it for a good time. 

When uninvited guests made their way in, Ben tried to quickly get up from the floor but pretty much stumbled over. 

“Hey, hey, hey. What are you doing?” He asked, his words completely slurred. Next thing he knew he was against the wall with his hands behind is back. 

“If you fellas wanted some too, all you had to do was ask.” He announced as they searched his suit. Fuck. The counsequences of his actions weren’t something he was really thinking about, his thought process was blurred but he knew that this probably wasn’t good. He should’ve just fucking left with King when they were talking about it. Now Ben was stuck in a god damn mess with no one to save his ass. Talk about being a Damsel in Distress. 

“We were making it snow since it’s not even cold outside!” He exclaimed, not helping his case. He was told to be quiet immediately but he couldn’t shut the fuck up. The adrenaline rushing through him was warping his judgment completely. Maybe this was a nightmare. Maybe he was dreaming. That could be the case. He was a heavy sleeper. This could’ve just been his guilt. Yes, that made the most sense. This couldn’t have been real. 

“Can Olivia Benson at least arrest me?” He asked one of the cops as they took him off the wall. The Miranda Rights being read to him were muffled. He couldn’t hear shit. It sounded like a bunch of idiots in a room talking. “These handcuffs are really tight.” He made it seem like he was talking to old buddies. There was no filter. He was just blurting whatever the hell he was thinking. Next thing he knew, he was being led by a police officer out of the building. It felt worse than the walk of shame. At least with the walk of shame, you weren’t being carried out by police officers. Fuck this.

The worst part was getting booked, and telling him that he had one phone call. He couldn’t call his mom, he hadn’t spoken to her in two years. He couldn’t call his sister. Besides, he knew he was going to call King. However, he wasn’t sure what the results of his actions would do to her or them. They were here for Ben to make amends, not to get actually arrested this time. But he had to suck it up to get the fuck out of here. That meant putting on his big boy pants and calling his wife.

[violentendsrp]

The ball has dropped, but the party is still in full swing -- It’s gone on, well past midnight, only to stop once loud pounding comes from the front door. NYPD, OPEN UP. Without much hesitation, the party erupts into chaos as the door is busted open. Thanks to a noise complaint, and a long standing investigation regarding drug trafficking and a certain Rowan Tandel -- Chief Tandel led the charge in busting into Arlo’s home. A majority of guests are able to push through and get out before getting caught with anything, or landing themselves in trouble. For a few, however, they found themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

The following characters have been arrested for possession: 

Ben Vanderbilt.

Sebastian O’Riley. 

Sheridan Carrington.

Arlo Vasquez.

Rowan Tandel.

[violentendsrp]

I realize now I made a bit of a mistake on the end date of the New Years event -- The event will be going on until 2 PM EST, MONDAY, JANUARY 7TH. The plot drop will be posted at this time, signalling the end of the event.

[oatanas]

ophelia atanas + new years eve party

I've been throwing stones, waiting by the river I've been on my own, praying like a sinner You've been gone too long, I'm waiting out the winter I've been on my knees, praying like, praying like a sinner