#event: valentine's auction.

[grangerliam]

LOCATION: Valentine Auction. FOR: @robertsameliax

Alright. That's enough.

The auction had just barely started, and the man was more than over it. Did he mention how much he hated this damn holiday? Like who even came up with this shit? Having finished the bottle of champagne he had stole off a tray earlier, Liam was working on his second beer, emptying the contents of it in within 5 seconds flat before he tossed it in a trash can on his way towards the exit.

It would be a lie to say his bad mood was simply about the event, in truth, it probably had more to do with the fact that this was the first time Liam and a certain blonde were in the same room in weeks. You'd think considering he was the one who ended the friendship, he'd be happier about it. Turns out, he wasn't, but he was still going to ride firm on that decision.

He wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings, the only thing on his mind was to hit a bar, and then end this night with someone under him. Preferably absolutely no one who was in attendance of this damn event. He side glanced at something, before returning to the mission ahead of him. It took a minute longer then it should've, but whatever he glanced up a few seconds ago registered something of familiarity in his brain. Hauling in place, he 'd whipped his head back in that direction.

You've got to be fucking me.

He hadn't seen her face, no, not yet. All he saw was the back of her head, those long black curls, and the curves of her body. At first, he was sure he was just seeing shit, but then he caught the glimpse of her face. Just a second, and then he was back to staring at the back of her. His jaw tighten as he processed the fact that she was back -- what the actual fuck was she doing back? She hated this damn town. If he was sure anyone would stay away, it was her.

"Fuck me." He mumbled under his breath, this night just kept getting better and better. Without much thought, or even reason, Liam found himself slipping in between people, closing the distance between himself and the one girl who, at one point, dealt with the more unfavorable sides of Liam, over anyone else.

Once he got close enough to her, without a second to waste on pleasantries, he simply just spit out, "What the hell are you doing here, Ames?"

[milaxkorshunova]

Event: Valentine's Day Auction. Time: Post-auction after party Open to: @mobscene-starters

"I am open to any and all escape plan ideas. If you have none, have a drink at least."

[augus1]

quem:     clarke griffin & muse (@aspenstart)

onde:     the menu 

quando:     12 de fevereiro, 2024

                    clarke inclinou-se suavemente para frente a fim de não amassar o seu vestido e pegou uma das canetas que foram colocadas na mesa para que os convidados pudessem escrever seus nomes na folha de preferência.     normalmente, a loira não fazia questão de participar de eventos como esse, mas uma de suas colegas de trabalho havia convencido-a marcar presença, alegando que clarke não tinha vida social alguma.     ao sentir uma presença perto de si, a mulher correu para escrever seu nome na folha de apostadores e colocou a caneta onde havia encontrado-a antes de se virar para a pessoa que acabou de chegar.                    ❝     já decidiu quem vai ser essa noite?     ❞           perguntou em um tom leve, oferecendo um sorriso na direção do outro.     ao sentir o olhar sob si, a loira soltou um suspiro dramático e correu as mãos pela frente de seu vestido.                    ❝     i know, i know, a diferença entre meu uniforme e esse vestido é insana.     pelo menos gostou da cor?     ❞          

[mrofontaine]

FOR: @ophelie-redgrave WHEN: 23rd of February, 2024. WHERE: Barbican Centre. Post Auction.

"This is wild, Fee." Olivier dropped into the seat beside Ophélie, instantly pulling a chain that was hidden beneath his suit. She'd know exactly what it was, as a grin spilled out across his features. "Got yours?"

[msmelissalin]

FOR: @jessi-reyes WHEN: 23rd of February, 2024. WHERE: Barbican Centre. Post Auction.

"Jessica, it's been a long time." The corners of Melissa's lips curled into a cruel smile.

[elianaalmeida]

starter for: @ryanparrish location: leaving the valentine's date auction

Eliana Parrish. The name had rolled off her tongue easily, as if it were common for her to use it upon introduction to strangers. As if it was the norm for her. But in all honesty, she could not remember the last time she had referred to herself by that name. She knew why she did it, the jealousy had burned its way through her without an extinguisher in sight. Again, it had been quite some time since she felt such a feeling, which caused it to burn brighter than it had anytime before and with that feeling scorching through her, the words had all but tumbled out of her. 'Eliana Parrish,' she had said with the most sickeningly sweet smile on her lips, 'His wife.' But that smile, that overly practiced and rehearsed smile, fought to keep its spot on her face as she watched some unspoken realization pass across the other woman's face, that devastatingly beautiful blonde that had challenged Eliana all night long. Those words, her name, had hurt that woman, for some reason or another and it almost made Ellie feel bad. Almost. But in that moment, the need to stake her claim, little that she may feel she still had, seemed to win out. After those words, she watched as the blonde left and upon looking at Ryan she knew that she had just dug her grave a little further. Made things that much harder to med between them. The smile, that disgustingly saccharine smile, disappeared within a second and she found herself facing everything she had come to Covington for. Finally. 'Add this to the list of things I now have to fix,' she thought to herself, all but cringing inwardly. Eliana led Ryan out of the building, the two of them silent until the exited the building and the cool air hit her bare shoulders. She stared forward, doing her best to ignore the cold, "I shouldn't have done that." She said it without hesitation. She turned to look at him, her eyes searching his face, "Who is she?"

[reyhansolmaz]

— SETTING: 12th Annual Valentine's Auction ; — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for SARAI AYUTTHAYA  | ( @saraiayutthaya )

Reyhan drew in a breath, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she looked around. Going on a date with Caleb seemed weird as hell, but it was all in the sake of charity, right? Especially when the kiss thing could easily be a kiss on the cheek... or on the hand, or the forehead, or wherever else that could be. With that thought in mind, her gaze found Sarai in the corner, as if hiding from someone — or maybe that was everyone?

Carefully, she approached her friend and leaned back against the wall, next to her. "Are we hiding?" She asked in a hushed tone, leaning in so that Sarai was the only one to hear her. "Are you okay?"

[ahalyaxreddy]

WITH: @dakotaheise LOCATION: covington's 12th annual valentine date night auction

Though her first time participating, it was not her first time attending one of these events. She’d been here since the inaugural Valentine Date Night Auction ten years ago. She’d just moved home and though she’d been too young to consider either participating or bidding, she’d reveled at the pairs that left the stage. The tables that lined the venue waiting for some soulmates to find each other. It had been a rather romantic notion to her twenty-one year old self. Hitting it off through an auction and having a happily ever after. She’d found her ex through an event much like this one. Yet now, rather than walking through the crowds with him beside her, she was making a beeline for the table by the kitchen door. If there was one thing she learned about these events. It was that the best hors d’oeuvres were snagged before they made anywhere to the middle of the room. Yet, it appeared the table was already occupied and Ahalya contemplated having some shame and not interrupting the stranger. But as she saw the last of the fried macaroni and cheese ball plucked off a tray right before her eyes, she knew that there was no helping it. “Sorry, do you mind if I use just a tiny side of the table? My feet are killing me and I desperately need a place to hide them.” The tablecloth long enough to conceal the brief respite she needed from her heels. It’d been far too long since she’d last worn this, or any, pair.

[calliemontgomery]

LOCATION: Valentine's Auction.

FOR: @samaraxkhanna

Callie mingled and put up appearances, she had to give herself a pat on the back; she was killing it. For a girl who genuinely wanted to gag at the simple idea of Valentine's, and all the pinks and reds, she was absolutely killing it. As she moved among the venture, she took part in people watching just as much as she did actually conversating. She took in the little details, and the fancy set up. Even if she would've still preferred to be at home with her wine, she had to give it to the committee, they killed it tonight.

Her eyes continued to lurk around the room, only coming to a haul when she recognized a familiar face; a face she's been waiting on cornering. Without a second thought, Callie sat her champagne glass on a passing tray, before bee-lining for her friend. "Samara!" She shouted, "Just the girl I've been looking for, got a question for you, boo thing." Stopping just before her, she gave a half smile, and arched her brow, "I saw you're bidding today. Is my picks not cutting it for you?" She teased, "I don't know, girl. I'm feeling like you're overstepping my wing woman rights. I'm feeling a little underappreciated right now."

Callie was simply joking, making light on the many failed tries they both had done for the other. Hell, if she was serious at all, buying a date sounded like the best last option. Not for her, though. Not tonight. "No, in all seriousness, big spender, who we got our eye on?"

[saraiayutthaya]

closed starter @ozanxbulut

While waiting to be auctioned off, she tapped her feet, eyes gazing the crowd. She didn’t expect to feel this anxious, but the butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t disappear. A moment later, she caught sight of a familiar face. Ozan, the owner of Wolf Mountain Vineyard. They met a couple years back when her parents hosted their anniversary party at his vineyard. She remembered being impressed by the beautiful grounds and vineyards. Furthermore, the man had been so welcoming to her family—giving a personal tour and tasting to her parents. Her mom wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks.

"Hi, Ozan." She approached, hoping to distract herself from her anxiety. “Great to see you here. It's been too long. How have you been?" Seeing a familiar face in the crowd offered her a momentary distraction from the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She hadn't expected to feel so anxious about being auctioned off for charity, but the nerves wouldn't seem to disappear.

[romanwagncr]

closed starter @kairaxjoshi

As soon as Kaira entered the bid, Roman knew he had to help her out. He couldn’t just let stand there like a deer caught in headlights while she put herself out there. Of course he’d bid on her. Like him, she was new in town and he didn't want her to be embarrassed by not getting any bids. This was his way of being a good friend to Kaira— who had been a constant support in his hectic new life as a single dad. He always appreciated everything she did for him and Ivy. Let's get real here, he wouldn’t be half as competent at handling fatherhood if she hadn’t stepped in to help him. 

After Roman won the bid, he went around mingling and making small talk with others until the date auction was over. Later, he found Kaira standing alone near the back of the room away from the crowd. He walked up to her, flashing his signature half-smile. "There you are. I’ve been looking for you this whole time and you’ve been hiding back here?” he teased. He studied her face, hoping she wasn’t upset with him. He hadn't meant to put her on the spot, only to be a good friend. “So, about that date we’re supposed to go on...” he said, not knowing exactly what to say.

[grangerliam]

LOCATION: Valentine's Auction.

FOR: @kairaxjoshi

This was truly hardly, not even remotely, close to Liam's scene. Not only did he not buy into the whole cupid Valentine's bull shit, he was also not one you'd ever see in a tuxedo. Shit -- he's warned his family that if they burn him, bury him, whatever, in a damn tux; he would come back to haunt each and every one of them, because surely, he would be the first to go. How he ended up here, he wasn't sure, but he was here, under dressed and finding the constant eye roll he wanted to give every time he passed someone who looked as if they costed more then his rent. Which was about every 30 seconds. And don't even get him started on the bidding he knew would take place, in fact, he turned his head just in time to see a tray with five flutes and a champagne bottle on it. Snatching the full, already opened, bottle off the tray, he bought it to his lips and took a healthy chug of the bubbly. He heard the waiter say something behind him, but he ignored them and made his way through the crowds of people. As he moved through, he scanned the crowd, before noticing a familiar face. He arched a brow in question, before then deciding to close the distance between them. "Oh, come on, Kaira, don't tell me this is your idea of fun." He mused, as he bought the bottle up for another taste. Pulling the bottle away from his face, he used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, "You'd probably have a better time taking a chance on Tinder." He stated, "And before you say it's for a good clause, so is going to war, doesn't mean you should do that too." The last comment wasn't so much meant for her, as it was a dig at his brother when he was first told that he was going to enlist. He said it was for a good clause. Not particularly one Lima cared to back up, thankfully, Vince ended that career long before it truly even started for himself.

[milaxkorshunova]

@maksimkurylenko When: post-auction

"Am I correct to assume this was the little adventure you were hoping for?"

[maksimkurylenko]

FOR: @jeanpalfroix WHEN: 23rd of February, 2024. WHERE: Barbican Centre. Post Auction.

"You have your entire life to be a cunt." Maksim spoke lethally softly over the rim of the glass, eyes trained with deadly intention. His nose still fucking ached. "You can take today off."

[mrofontaine]

FOR: @elainahalevyx WHEN: 23rd of February, 2024. WHERE: Barbican Centre. Post Auction.

"Here." Holding out a shot, with a shit-eating grin. "Let's celebrate our winnings.

[amescastaignede]

FOR: @berat-yalaz WHEN: 23rd of February, 2024. WHERE: Barbican Centre. Post Auction.

"Look at us poors, climbing the ranks to charity auctions."