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it's fashion, baby. (fadulous) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2012-12-24 16:47:00

Entry tags:

4chan, agrat bat mahlat, datura, envy, europa, fashion industry, ligea, vicodin

WHO: Fashion Industry & OPEN
WHEN: 8pm on the 25th
WHERE: The W Hotel in Times Square
WHAT: Fashion is holding a gala, and all are invited! Come one, come all!
WARNINGS: Probably swearing, drinking, shenanigans, potential saucy content.
NOTES: Please feel free to make your own threads, and specify if you'd like to keep them locked to certain chars! MERRY CHRISTMAS. ♥♥

It was their first gala in what felt like ages.

Preparation had been a bitch, but the decorating on the day of was more or less entertaining. There wasn't too much hired talent, not because Betsey didn't enjoy ordering people around, but because she had a white and silvery vision that only her hand could perfect. The studio was beautiful-- a quaint little wonderland that glimmered here and there. Fake snowflakes hung from the ceiling, fake ice lined the bar, and oh, the Christmas tree. It stood at nine feet tall and had required a step-ladder and four people to decorate, but it had come out simple, yet charming.

Buffet tables lined one wall with hors d'oeuvres that varied from spanakopita to deviled eggs to egg rolls, and upon the last table, delicious cakes and pastries beckoned. Somewhere behind the food, cocktail tables and comfortable stools had been positioned for those looking to sit with their drinks, but there was plenty of room to stand, sit (for the plush couches looked oh so tempting), and mingle. At the bar, a tall, blonde and gorgeous bartender was fluttering back and forth, handing out smiles, free drinks, and festive greetings. Mistletoe hung liberally throughout parts of the studio, and it was up to the guests to determine whether they had enough Christmas spirit to pay attention to them.

Betsey herself had made it explicitly clear that she wouldn't drink until a majority of the guests had arrived, and so she floated here and there like a good host while she entrusted Dom to the door. The pair had worked hard for this night-- they hoped everyone else would enjoy it, too.

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Tumblr/4chan. :D

mootles
2012-12-27 06:23 am UTC (link)

Of course 4chan had seen her, hell, he'd been looking out specifically for her. Perhaps not for the same reasons she would have guessed he was. But a few more drinks later, and some awkward half-staring at her from the other end of the bar, he figured it was about time to slink on over, pulling himself from his comfortable bar stool, and surprisingly not grinning like an idiot the entire time.

He fixed his tie, and without missing a beat, pulled up in the stool next to her and ordered another raspberry whatever. He was stuck on the drink, apparently. Probably going to make himself sick if he didn't take it easy, but after that night out with Ate, well- he was somewhat used to having drinks siphoned into him.

He didn't even acknowledge the blogging website, acting altogether like she wasn't there, possibly waiting for her to freak out.

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Tumblr/4chan

creativehashtag
2012-12-27 08:25 pm UTC (link)

As Crea made her way to the bar, she was painfully aware of his stares, but she thought to herself that even worse than just going ahead and ordering something to drink would be turning on her heel and leaving. And she was so much better than that, right? So, instead of leaving, Crea held her head just a little higher and strutted to the bar like she would be the most amazing person ever -- which she was, of course.

She ordered champagne, which seemed to fit to her whole appearance that day -- classy and elegant. It took the barman a little to ger her her drink, since a lot of people were waiting for their drinks, too, and Crea sat on one of the barstools. She noticed someone taking the seat next to her and yes, Tumblr knew this voice. Why again had she gone to the bar even though she knew that 4chan would be there? Crea honestly didn't know.

For a while, she sat next to 4chan in silence, hoping he would get bored and leave, but apparently leaving was not his intention. He hadn't said anything to her, and with every minute, Crea felt more and more uncomfortable. Why couldn't he just go? "Having fun," Tumblr asked conversationally as if his presence wouldn't bother her at all, but deep inside she was nervous about what would happen next.

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Tumblr/4chan

mootles
2012-12-28 07:00 am UTC (link)

4chan looked over at her once, and then peered back down into his drink, swishing the pinkish liquid around in the glass. Their outfits sort of seemed to match, his head to toe black, and her black frills. The dress looked decent on her, and if he'd been more inclined, he would have told her so. Instead, he sat there and said all of nothing for a good minute or so.

And then, he whisked around like he'd just seen her, and grinned, giving her a little wave.

"Hey, Crea." he said, like he'd been saying it for years. Like they'd been friends for long enough for him to be excited about seeing her. "I was wondering where you were. Are you enjoying yourself?"

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Tumblrchan

creativehashtag
2012-12-28 04:49 pm UTC (link)

She noticed that they were matching, as well, and Crea didn't like it. People could think they belonged together. However, the blogging website had to admit that 4chan didn't look bad. In fact, he looked quite clean and presentable.

"Hey David," she said as he finally turned and greeted her. There was a hint of confusion in her voice. The fact that 4chan was being so nice to her startled Tumblr. Did something hit his head and made him a better person out of the sudden? She didn't think so, but decided to play along. "Here I am, obviously and I'm doing just fine. The party is amazing, don't you think so? How are you doing?" There they were, chatting like they were old friends.

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