#yatesevent007

[orpheusrivera]

“francis!  if you put your face in that champagne fountain, i swear to god i will throw you overboard.”  he yelled, storming towards the fountain in question until the offender got the hint and ran off.  orpheus sighed.  it was a rare sight to see him take initiative with . . . well, anything, really.  but it was an evening dedicated to moulin rouge and dressing slutty on a yacht.  these were a few of his favorite things.  “sorry, had to prevent a homicide — can i get away with that since we’re in international waters? — anyway, what were you saying?”  //  @yatesstarters​

[ximcnadlc]

ximena stood at the bow of the yacht as her hands held onto the stiff metal bars that kept her from tipping over. her eyelids remained shut as she stretched her neck out slightly to the side, enjoying the cool breeze that came in contact with her exposed skin. the intoxicated brunette drowned out the music and noise of the crowd behind her as she enjoyed this single moment of solitude, indulging in her little rose dawson titanic fantasy despite tonight’s theme straying far from the epic romance-disaster movie. she was about to take it a step further by making her way up the bars, but is quickly shaken out of her drunken haze when she hears someone approach her from behind. “this isn’t what it looks like―” she slurred, turning to face the person. “ok, well― maybe it is, but c’mon i just couldn’t resist... i just had to seize the moment.” // @yatesstarters​

[tannerisaacs]

text ► henry

tanner: quick question: if i started a petition to ban feathers from future parties would you sign?

tanner: one has already gotten in my drink, at least five have tickled my face, and this is only hour....

tanner: ok i've lost track

[elliealdenkamp]

the band’s last song had come to fade out, the sound of endless chatter filling the void the music had left. masses of glitter-adorned yates society members spanned the deck, ellie peering out at them all as she walked through the momentary darkness—the closer lights having faded out—and approached a microphone. they stayed off as she leaned toward it. a cold open, no instruments backing her up. “why does my heart cry?” her singing voice crooned through the speakers, possessing a striking likeliness to a young jennifer connelly. “feelings i can’t fight...” another beat of relative quiet, a hand raising to hold the stand near her torso. “roxanne.” the lights on either side breathed back to life, bathing everyone around in a red glow. the band, too, kicked in—strings, guitar, base—though a bit less broadway and a bit more pared down. stripped.

kincaid had really gone all out for the occasion. just as notable, though, was that so had everyone else. ellie collected as much as she went on, gazing out all of the shimmering groups, drinking and in conversation, with a cool, steely gaze from her place behind the mic. a far cry from what she considered her typical approachable nature. delicate fingers slid up the stand until her hand met it, taking it off and beginning to walk. “roxanne, you don’t have to wear that dress tonight...” her eyes locked on a nearby familiar face, expression unchanging as she strode in their direction. she took her time, though, braking the gaze and weaving through a few others until the song hit its midway point. only then did she meet them where they sat, cracking a smile as she moved to sit on their lap. “help me, i'm holding on for dear life.”

[milliekennedy]

With her palms pressed hard against the bathroom counter, Millie leaned her body into the mirror, drawing closer to her reflection. The few champagnes she’d sipped on had tilted her forward, nose nearly kissing the glass. “Tonight is just... just great,” she murmured before pushing herself away, not wanting to met the reflection of her own eye. She turned for the door, pulling it open just as another had gone to step through, just a speck of air between them and a near-collision. “Shit, I—” Then her stomach dropped. Drew. Suddenly she both thanked herself for not drinking and shamed herself for not having downed that bottle of tequila she’d seen on the bar. “What are you doing here?” With widened but angry eyes, Mils looked up at him, jaw set, conflicted. @upstxns​

[wincnas]

Sparkler in hand that she had been gifted by a tiny freshman girl rolling on acid, Neve was busy spinning around on the deck of the Calypso, pupils bloated. Stumbling after one too many spins, the sparkler dancing in swirls and zig-zags as the jazz band on the deck carried on, Neve went flying into somebody, stumbling in her heels, letting out a cackling laugh like someone had just cracked a joke. “Whoa, sorry! She’s going down, she’s yelling timber,” she rambled out, looking at the person’s face like they were an apparition. “Hey, you’re like, totally real,” she exclaimed, poking a single finger in their cheek. “Apologies. I’m on molly. I had assumed you were a vision. Like Hamlet seeing his father’s ghost,” she said, straightening herself, glitter on her skin dancing under the moonlight. “Hey, I hear the band is taking requests! Wanna come with me to make one? I want to see if I can get them to play some ABBA. Something to really dance to.”

[felixlcsser]

“Leee-urrrr,” Felix slurred out, already drunk on the champagne fountain, sounding like he was doing an impression of the Australians from H2O. He was in a buoyant mood, lifted by the alcohol in his system as he slung an arm around his Leo, holding onto her for dear life like if he let go he would pitch over the yacht’s edge. “Quick. Pretend you’re at the dentist. Open wide,” he ordered, quickly lifting a champagne bottle to pour some of the golden liquid into her mouth, gleeful chuckle coming out of his lips. Felix was probably the only person who could pull that sort of stunt with Leo and not get a swift quick to the groin afterwards. “Now tell me. What’s the haps? You’re always so uh, mysterious. C’mon, let’s gab and gossip like a couple of judgemental old grannies. How have you been?” @leoalcrights​

[dcrbyalbright]

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