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❝  your  name  better  be  next  to  mine. you're absolutely glowing in your fit. ❞   flattery was a dear friend yet it rarely altered her opinions or inspired newfound compliments; otherwise many at vogue would've been spared her critiques.  ❝ but i must say, there are a few outfits here that make me wonder what the designer was thinking. i get wanting to make a statement but it still needs to be a good one. ❞

𝜗୧ㅤׂ   ﹐          "    i   think   everyone   looks   good   tonight   .    "      in   reality    ,    there   are   some   whose   outfits   are   not   that   appealing   to   her   .    but   that   is   just   simply   her   preference   .      "    i   think   you're   the   best   dressed   here   so   far   .    you   look   gorgeous   in   that   fit   .    as   for   the   worst   one    ,    i   don't   think   anyone   looks   that   bad   to   be   labeled   as   the   worst   dressed   .    "

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manicured  finger  tapped  lightly  against  the  glass in her hand as hues observed kirika's outfit. comments blossomed in her mind, but still smiling lips kept them from falling.  ❝ your outfit isn't the worst i've seen this evening. ❞   the closest thing to a compliment femme could utter. if only the stylist had altered their direction ( a different shade of the color, adjusted the silhouette, refined the styling ) it might've been better.  ❝ it's your first big party? they probably will then. the media love a debut almost as much as they love a scandal. ❞

that was a thought that kirika had completely forgotten about - there would be lists?! "oh no..." the young woman's eyes widened as she looked down at herself and then at the glamorous person beside her. "i think it's going to be me... is it best that i make my instagram private now before the haters find me or should i make a new one for a 'public' one? i mean-" she sighed. "they won't write about me, right? i'm not really anything special, i just got invited and thought it would be a fun time to go to a fancy, fancy party."

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melodic  hum  fell  from  her  lips  as she nodded. it was more than a little embarrassing. some would claim they were making a statement, aided by the presence of numerous cameras, but ask risa, and she'd declare the so-called "too cool to care" attitude laughable if not pathetic. holding nic's gaze, she grinned.  ❝ no, no. since i asked you first, it's only fair that you share a name first, ❞   she replied.  ❝ unless you're afraid. ❞   one eyebrow arched as she met his challenge with her own. her heels figuratively planting themselves in the ground.

             his  eyebrows  shot  up  as  he  held  back  a  laugh  at  her  question,  with  the  way  nicolas  loved  some  gossip  this  was  probably  not  the  right  place  for  those  opinions.  he  leaned  closer  a  little.  "if  you  name  someone  i'll  name  someone."  he  challenged,  not  wanting  to  reveal  too  much  yet.  "i  do  see  some  people  that  didn't  put  any  effort..."  he  couldn't  say  he  put  in  a  lot  of  effort  either  when  he  had  someone  ready  to  style  him  for  events  like  this,  but  he  could  tell  when  someone  had  style  enough  that  the  stylist  just  knew  what  to  do. 

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mai davika x gucci ancora

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hues  looked  over  the  outfit  again  and then,  ❝ no. ❞   the fabric alone gave him away. maybe another would be fooled, but narisa wouldn't have excelled in her career if she couldn't recognize a signature designer's style.  ❝ any self respecting louis vuitton designer wouldn't dare bring that fabric into the studio. ❞

"oh, this old thing?" said leo. "it's louis vuitton, obviously." his cheap suit definitely wasn't lv, but he thought it'd be funny to pretend it was. he wondered if the woman would buy it. "but..." he tried to move towards her ear slightly, whispering. "this is a custom-made fit that they made for me. pretty cool, right?"

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he  was  hardly  one  who  should  judge the risks another took where their health was concerned given his career choice, but his nose still scrunched up when the smoke's smell touched his senses. as if certain areas of the city didn't smell bad enough - now he couldn't even get a breath of pleasant air outside a club.  ❝ keep listening to your delusions then. ❞   dark eyes rolled.  ❝ but some of us value our fucking lungs so ruin yours elsewhere. ❞

𝐰𝐡𝐨 : .. maggie & anyone ! 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 : ... outside the box , kimmy jimmel's birthday celebration

maggie  leaned  against  the  railing  outside  the  party  venue,  a  half-smoked  cigarette  dangling  between  her  fingers.  "  don't  judge  me  right  now,  "  she  hummed,  feeling  a  pair  of  eyes  watching  her,  a  mix  of  self-awareness  and  amusement  in  her  tone.  "  i  looked  it  up  and  apparently  they  don't  count  when  you're  drunk.  "  she  added, the smell of alcohol on her breath. " it will be out of my system by morning. "

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what  a  shame  that  the  gentleman  who'd previously been pestering her would return and find his seat unavailable. risa had smiled politely in case a camera had been pointed in her direction, but there was an evident brightening of her expression as she moved over slightly so elena had enough room.  ❝ i hope this means you've spotted some interesting gossip. ❞   leaning closer with a slender brow arched, her silent request for more to be divulged was written plan across her visage.

OPEN  STARTER   ⸻   kimmy's  birthday  bash

               there's  a  heavy  sigh  as  they  flop  themselves  down  next  to  the  other,  without  any  manners  regarding  if  the  seat  was  open  or  not.  alcohol  coursed  through  their  veins  at  a  steady  rate,  allowing  them  to  feel  as  though  they  were  floating  through  the  event  with  ease;  cheeks  slightly  flushed  to  notify  those  around  her  that  yes,  she  has  been  drinking.   “   have  you  been  people  watching?  because  there  are  some  interesting  people  around  here  tonight.   ”

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❝  a  dealer?  me?  ❞  with  wide  eyes,  risa pointed at herself.  ❝ not even in another life, luci. ❞   a breath of laughter fell from her lips as she walked closer, leaning against the railing. she didn't want to imagine what her father's reaction would've been had she touched even the most mild of party drugs in her lifetime, let alone handed them out. she certainly could've said goodbye to inheriting familial empire. pink lips pursed as eyes wandered up toward the sky.  ❝ don't tell me kimmey wasn't more . . . selective when making the guest list. ❞   or a careless assistant was to blame, which was the better result as it could be swiftly dealt with.

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ── capping at five [ 4 / 5 ] 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 + 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ── kimmy's 50th birthday celebration. afterparty @ the box

amidst  a  kaleidoscope  of  flashing  lights  and  thumping  bass,  the  dance  floor  quickly  becomes  a  writhing  mess  of  bodies  moving  to  the  beats  that  pour  from  the  speakers.  she  lets  the  music  guide  her  movements  in  the  pulsating  sea  of  humanity  until  a  dad  bod  with  questionable  dance  moves  approaches  and  she  decides  it's  time  for  a  break.  leaving  the  swirling  throng  of  dancers  behind,  femme  finds  refuge  on  the  terrace,  elbows  resting  on  the  railing  as  she  gazes  out  at  the  darkened  new york skyline.  an  annoyed  sigh  tumbles  past  her  petals  the  moment  she  feels  someone  approach  and  despite  her  back  being  turned  to  the  other  person,  she  rolls  her  eyes  with  irritation  as  she  readies  herself  to  fend  off  the  unwanted  presence.  〝 for  the  last  time,  i'm  not  interested  in  dancing  with  molly  tonight, 〞  she  turns  around,  finally,  and  quirks  an  amused  eyebrow  up  when  she  faces  the  supposed  intruder,  〝 ──  oh,  it's just you !  sorry,  i  thought  you  were  another  dealer. 〞

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his  heart  pumped  adrenaline  through  his  veins in time with the pounding music. from the dance floor, he almost missed seeing minjun stumbling away. sigh fell from damon's lips, reluctance slowing down his movements as he stepped away from the heart of the party, not heading toward his friend first but rather the bar. only when two drinks were in hand did he approach the other.  ❝ you wanting to take a nap? i'm shocked, ❞   he deadpanned.  ❝ who cares what she thinks? ❞   with so many people worshipping the ground kimmey walked on tonight, damon doubted she'd notice. he held out one of the drinks.  ❝ here. the bartender gave me the weirdest look when i asked for water so you're welcome. ❞

open:   capping   at   five   !   [   2   /   5   ] when:   kimmy's   50th   birthday   celebration where:   @   the   box 

"   motherfucker,   "   minjun   curses.   the   club   lights   were   giving   him   a   headache;   he   couldn't   distinguish   if   the   pounding   was   coming   from   inside   his   head   or   from   the   thumping   bass.   time   seemed   irrelevant   at   this   point   —   his   apple   watch   had   died   hours   ago.   he   feels   dehydrated,   too,   mouth   parched   as   he   smacked   his   dry   lips.   "   fuck,   "   he   mutters,   staggering   toward   the   only   available   seat.   he   pushed   aside   a   pile   of   designer   coats   and   chic   handbags,   collapsing   into   the   leather   chair.   "   mmm,   i   kinda   wanna   nap,   "   he   confesses   to   no   one   in   particular,   feeling   the   fatigue   seep   into   his   bones.   "   do   you   think   kimmy's   gonna   give   me   shit   for   it?   "

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open starter ›› kimmy's birthday celebration.

❝  i'm  dying  to  know,  ❞  she  began  as she gracefully sat down beside them, the club lights highlighting the sparkle in her eyes,  ❝ who you think is going to end up on the best and worst dressed list? ❞   business mode had mostly been left back at the office, but it hadn't kept her eyes from noting the outfits people had chosen to wear. her own opinions locked away behind sweet smile for now.

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normally  she  remained  where  the  most  action was, be it talking, dancing, or whatever else was going on, when at a party, but one couldn't wander about a party without a drink in hand. warm smile offered to the bartender when he returned with her order - the liquid's pink hue visible even in the current lighting. risa took a petite sip, savoring the balanced mix of alcohol and sweetness that filled her mouth, before gaze drifted to her new companion. surprise briefly flickered across her visage; his delayed arrival had made her think he'd decided to risk not attending.  ❝ you think i'd order something gross, vinnie? ❞   cue a small pout, cheeks puffing slightly and eyes growing larger.

open starter: kimmy jimmel's party

                      being  fashionably  late  is  most  definitely  intentional,  and  not  because  he'd  forgotten  about  this  entire  birthday  bash.  kimmy  would  understand,  surely.  per  usual,  the  bar  calls  to  him  after  minimal  small  talk with the other guests,  sliding  into  the  only  somewhat  crowded  bar.  "i'll  have  whatever  they're  having,"  vinnie  says,  head  nodding  to  the  person  next  to  him,  only  acknowledging  them  after  the  fact. he hated ordering his own drink, anyway.  "it's  my  first  one of  the  night."  it  definitely  was  not.  what was he meant to do? not do shots before he got here? "did  you  get  anything  good,  or  should  i  be  worried?"  he  asks,  teasing  laced  in  his  tone  as  he  relaxes  against  the  edge.

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the  fact  that  the  designer  name  didn't instantly pop into the forefront of her mind when she saw saw the outfit made gaze linger. any second it was bound to dawn on her - or would have had her thoughts not been interrupted. well, at least she'd get the answer.  ❝ who styled your outfit? ❞

open starter at kimmy's birthday party. note: your muse does not need to actually be "staring" at him! they could've just glanced at him or your muse is overhearing him talk to someone else.

"sorry, but can i help you at all?" leo sounds palpably annoyed, which he kind of is, but he's also incredibly anxious and self-conscious, and that's less apparent. he tries, though — really tries, tries to maintain some semblance of calmness and politeness.

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open starter ›› kimmy's birthday celebration.

his  eyes  rolled  before  he  snatched  the tall glass, filled to the brim with alcohol. it was by no means anywhere close to the toughest challenge he'd accepted but difficult or not, he wasn't going to turn it down. raising the glass to his lips, its contents were quickly drained in a matter of seconds, a second sip unecessary. a satisfied grin plastered across his face as he loudly set the empty glass down.  ❝ told you it was easy. ❞

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❝  tequila and  i  are  best  friends.  ❞   a  soft laugh followed after the words, pink lips curling upwards. a dangerous bestie to have if one didn't limit the time spent together but control and risa also had a lovely relationship.  ❝ but i'm in the mood for something more sweet than spicy. ❞   for now, at least. a spicy margarita might be in order depending on the party developed.

˚｡⋆୨୧ 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 : kimmy jimmel's birthday

" i recommend the spicy margarita . " quinn points out , flashing a wide grin to the person standing beside her at the open bar . the party was booming with chatter and music , so grabbing a drink was a necessity for the blonde . " that is if you can handle your tequila . "

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the  grin  flashed  toward  the  camera  was instinctual, media training reacting before his mind, but how quickly it vanished. fire that burned cold flickered in his eyes.  ❝ fuck off. ❞   scoff fell from his lips.  ❝ but yeah. your photographs are shit and you're shitfaced. ❞

𖥸 ─ open starter ; kimmy jimmel's birthday

he's  working  -  technically  -  despite  the  camera  hanging  around  his  neck  seeing  little to no  action  considering  his  current  state  of  inebriation.  "  SMILE  "  he  slurs,  bringing  the  device  up  to  point  &  shoot.  "  yikes  -  you've  definitely  looked  better  ...  or  am  i  just  a  bad  photographer  ?  " 

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❝  implying  a  lady  is  a  coward  is never a good look, ❞   he stated as he approached, unimpressed look tossed at the one isla had been addressing.  ❝ because anyone who needs a stunt double for something that'd barely a stunt is one. ❞

open    starter:     kimmy's    birthday    celebration .

  “         oh    now you can't believe that's    true,  ”     fluttery    laugh    slips    out,     “         i    would    never    get    a    stunt    double    for    something    so    simple    -    imagine    all    the    fun    you'd    miss    out    on.   ”

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champagne  flute  was  held  loosely  by  slender fingers, only a small amount of the liquid missing as it descended from her lips. drunken images of her had never ended up plastered across a cheap tabloid and the fact would not be altered.  ❝ you're fine with being upstaged? ❞   a teasing glint sparkled in her eyes as attention drifted to him before she pointed across the room.  ❝ her. last i heard she's been spiraling. ❞

digits   tighten   around   crystal   tumbler   filled   with   amber   liquid,   throwing   drink   back   as   dark   hues   look   around   the   room.   "   who   is   most   likely   to   get   caught   up   in   a   scandal,   my   money's   on   the   hostess   herself,   "   he   speaks   out   loud,   knowing   at   least   one   person   in   the   small   circle   around   him   will   reply.

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳   .   .   .      𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀   (   ...   /   𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾   )   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌.