out of the west wing they come, much more relaxed than when they first entered. with a smile, he turns to mars, rolling his eyes at his words.

"when will you learn, mars? i'm always right."

and then he spares a glance out at the ballroom that's littered with people. caden maher's here somewhere; he can practically smell whatever expensive cologne he's wearing from where they are.

with a tug, cian leads them into the ballroom.

"let's."

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entering the ballroom late with Martín del Mar

@soiree

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like some others, ana arrives fashionably late, even noticing Martín del Mar and his friend as she makes her way into the ballroom, picking up a glass of champagne off a passing tray as she does.

the sight of a cute little litleo catches her attention, though it's not the fire-type that leads her back to its trainer.

"i'm no waiter, but..."

a gift in the form of a glass full of champagne. she extends it over to her before reaching for another off a waiter.

"better?"

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interacting with @yuna
feel free to jump in

@soiree

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While he had left a life of luxury behind, Mint Frost could not deny how enchanting big parties like this had been. And while…this particular soireee was tame compared to the balls and galas of his youth, it was still exciting for other reasons. Without a personal stylist dictating his every look in coordination with older, flashier siblings Mint was free to dress as he please, look as he pleased. Gone were the days of forced buzz cuts and perfectly gelled close-cropped hair. No longer was he forced to stick to ugly earthy palettes and tweed suits. And for the love of every God that ever existed, no more. Fucking. Glasses.

He’d smashed that last pair of fakes ages ago but every time he looked at himself in the mirror, and thought about a wasted youth, he wanted to do it again. While there had been no precision of a second hand to help him, Mint looked almost as pristine as the twins would’ve for a performance. His hair was lightly styles for volume, bangs swept to the side to frame his face. The rest of his hair pulled back into a short ponytail that jutted out of form the nape of his neck, an intricate ribbon holding it together in place. His suit, just barely, consisted of a mix of sheers, blues and glitter with coattails to match. Accessories, light makeup, even his pokemons own little collar were all star themed. Where would he be in this world if he couldn’t follow a simple theme?
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But that’s not exactly the best part either. There’s a missing sense of pressure absent from his actions and movements. He’s no longer stiff, or even thinking three steps ahead. Impulsive. He’s impulsive. Because here, in this humble little ball in the middle of an observatory with an ominous scientist speaking to them, he’s not under her eyes, and therefore does not have to pursue her agenda.
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Oh. And also, the super-hot date he was about to have. That was a plus too. Finally, his dancing lessons from youth would be put to the test. Maybe he’d actually enjoy it for once. Gelatto is at his side, stars dripping from the newly evolved Ninetails’ neck. He is all grace, and poof and anxiety. It’s just now he can’t hide in the arms of his trainer anymore. “Come on, Gelatto. This is smaller than Alonzo’s communion.” He said gently stroking the oversized fox’s head. A quick glance at the crowd and he caught sight of many faces he recognized. And then oddly enough ( because I have the meme for it )
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“Mischa?!” It’s less surprise now and more excitement for the weirdo. At this point it’s a joke. Clearly. He gave a little wave jayden cross before turning back to the dance floor, heart starting to pound in his chest in anticipation. The stage was set, the outfit was perfect, his pokemon was as eye catching as Mint was. A nervous glance at the clock wondering if it was better to stand still- where was his Prince Charming?


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+ jayden cross + the boy he's been drunk texting since fucking july [break][break]

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Ruslan Skye is from a shitty little town, with a shitty little family, that had a shitty little life. To say that never, in his wildest dreams, ever pictured himself entering such an extravagant party. He didn’t even think he had the desire to attend. Not out of insecurity, although that was hitting in fucking waves as he stepped through in new clothes, and new hair. He simply…has never wanted something so extravagant. He would’ve wished for something like a friend, or a Gameboy, or even a pizza party but he was the only one in attendance and he got to eat all the pizza himself. The décor, the people, Dr’ Holo’s weirdly ominous introduction to the festivities… he couldn’t care for it.[break][break]

That’s what he’d said the other day when victor evans had invited him to go. He hadn’t wanted to say no. His feelings weren’t strong on the matter. So, he’d gone along with it, gone to suit fittings, and boutiques and even a salon all to get ready for this night. He’s still unsure what to expect. He couldn’t even dance after all. But he stood there nevertheless, a delicate addition to his companion. Red flowers drip from his chest and delicate silk ruffles adorned him. His ears glimmered with new piercings and expensive jewelry. He felt like a Barbie doll. [break][break]

But it didn’t feel bad. It wasn’t like he took pride in his grubby, street rat appearance. The greasy hair? The dirty skin? Smell, ripped clothes? No. Who would want that? This was better, albeit somewhat of the extreme he was used to. But he wouldn’t complain. “What do you t-think she’s planning?” he asked, red eyes moving, to look up at his patron.

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+ victor evans [break][break]

tl;dr [break]
lana shows up as arm candy for his sugar daddy [break][break]

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“Artie…this is so cool.” He said to his date as the horse drawn carriage came to a stop in front of the observatory. He hadn’t expected this set up. Especially when he had gone himself to pick up the blonde for their party. He had thought the event a fun idea and had been happy the little prince hadn’t rebuffed him when he’d offered to take him. It was a cool date if he said so himself. Date…being a looser term for the pair but it was the easiest way to explain it to his friends. He’d heard a couple other attending and had been excited to see them. [break][break]

Or in luka chêne ’s case, tease them. Artie and he shared a sense of humor though, so maybe it was for the best if she kept her distance. As the carriage came to a stop, Andres popped up, eager to see the party inside. He held out a hand as gallantly as he could, helping his date out of the Really Fancy Horse Carriage, and began to lead him inside. The place was already packed with everyone dressed in their best. Andres had given it the good old college try too. Unfortunately, he wasn’t that well verse in formal wear. Streetwear being far closer to his realm of thought. Nevertheless, he’s tried! Styling his hair perfectly back, adding some color to his outfit instead of the usual black and white tuxedo. He’d never cared for those. Only 007 could pull it off. Not some punk from Castelia. [break][break]

“I’m glad you’re coming with me.” He said as he held out his arm for the noble. “I would’ve felt terrible if you’d spent another cold, sleepless night without me.” He added, teasing the other man.


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+ arthur finnian vanderbilt [break][break]

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