#fridaynightmusic

[kroghsrestaurantandbrewpub]

Come on in tonight and welcome Joe K back to the pub floor! This singer-songwriter is coming from New York’s Hudson Valley to be here and he starts at 6:30 pm! With an eclectic mix of folk, pop and Indie, you’re bound to hear something sweet to take you into your weekend! 🎶 @joekguitars #kroghs #kroghbar #brewpub #brewpubnj #pubmusic #livemusic #fridaynightmusic #acoustic #solo #guitars #weekendstartsnow #supportmusicians #supportmusic #lakemohawk #lakemohawknj #spartanj (at Krogh's Restaurant & Brew Pub) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoNU2a2O_kF/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[oculiaperticlausi]

closed — @fridaynightmuses

"And that's why I don't officially date people."

[kirbyprice]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @fridaynightmuses

"What do you think of this flyer? Would you sign up your kid for lessons?"

[gilmorepiper]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @fridaynightmuses

"Alright, so the damage is mostly esthetic. I'll need to order some parts, so I can just call you when those come in and you can bring your car in then. Can I ask what happened?"

[hawkinsromy]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @fridaynightmuses

"This dress is gorgeous, but I don't think I'll ever get to wear it around here. It's not exactly New York in terms of events."

[ortegaesme]

CLOSED STARTER FOR @fridaynightmuses

"Before you even think of saying it... there's no such thing as too much syrup."

[riveraky]

CLOSED FOR @fridaynightmuses

"Someone left a Google review for Trinity saying I lack the charm needed to bartend. I bet it was that guy who asked for my number. Why can't people handle rejection?"

[safyavas]

Her painful effort at a grin turned a little more genuine as he mentioned his robust schedule as of late. "Emira's a lucky gal to have you as her father. How is she, by the way? What's she been up to?" Before Nilay, Hattie and Rhia entered her life, there was Emira. Of course, Emira was also the reason Safiye had been so fearful of children—because of her proximity to her father. Emir was the first of all her friends to bring a child into the fold and Safiye would be lying if she said she had been comfortable around Emira her entire life. It was difficult for her to conceptualize how to act around an infant, then a toddler, then just a kid. It probably wasn't until she had a real grasp on sentence structure that Safiye felt like she could be totally comfortable around her. But then, in filling the shoes as Hattie and Rhia's aunt, she had experienced a change of heart—the first time she really saw the children of others in a different light.

"I'm sorry I haven't been around," she shrugged, gently tapping Emir's arm which had been outstretched toward her. Casting her eyes down again, she felt stuck as she simmered through her emotions quietly. Safiye had been distant, which was quite unlike herself with the people she was closest with. "I–I.." The better face she pushed herself to put on may have been a mask but in front of one of her oldest friends, she could not resist the urge to ventilate her very frustrations. "He kind of did that from the get—coming and going all the time. Not letting me know where he was at with things...actually, didn't even tell me when he moved into town the first time.." There was certainly some spite she had against the man named James Bennett—like there was zero possibility ever again in the future for her to put trust in him again.

𝐅𝐎𝐑: @fridaynightmuses · · · Emir

Emir drew his attention back to the brunette, his expression changing just a tad bit to concerned about the other. Safiye was someone that he held very near to his heart therefore he hated when anyone or anything made her upset. "I'm sorry to hear that, hayatım." he said, gently placing his hand on the side of her arm. Dating seemed to only get more complicated these days. People preferred to stay in limbo than settle into a relationship. He often wondered what was the point and whether it was worth to waste one's time like that? "Not much, working a lot. Between business and fatherly duties, I have my hands full." he responded. As his daughter got older, he dedicated himself more to raising her and his family business. He tried to make relationships work before, but that in itself was difficult. His family was traditional and played a big part in his relationships. While he was starting to get more serious and intentional, others seemed to want to play games. It had been years since he was interested in playing games. It was not an example that he wanted to set for his tween daughter.

"Are you okay, though? I'm here if you wanna talk, or get day drunk. Whichever works for you." the man said, offering a small smile. Life was a lot simpler when they were younger and had little care of the world. The endless nights they spent running wild in the Hamptons. Things were completely different then. They were completely different then.

[blueharborhq]

During the Phantom Manor Halloween Rave, the annual costume contest results were announced at midnight! Three frightfully fun prizes were to be awarded in first, second, and third place! Everyone who entered the contest had amazing costumes, and we want to congratulate all who participated in their enthusiasm and creativity, and thank them for their participation!

Third Place — Emir Yilmaz as Dr. Dementus. Congratulations Emir, on your interesting and visionary take on a character from the Mad Max universe! For your efforts, you have won a spookily adorable Halloween Treat Hamper! — @fridaynightmuses

Second Place — Leopold Fowler as The Goblin King. Congratulations Leopold, on your stylish, creative take on an iconic character! For your efforts, you have won a $50 drinks voucher at Aurora to be used anytime by the 31st December 2024! — @eclvpses

First Place — Alec Flynn, Clementine Wood, Harmony "Shambles" Jeong as F***, Marry, Kill. Congratulations Alec, Clementine and Shambles, on your imaginative and inventive group costume! For your efforts, you have won a $100 drinks voucher at Aurora, as well as one night of VIP Luxuries to be used at the club anytime by the 31st December 2024! — @alecflynn, @clementinebriar, @xxshambles

[jiakim]

HALLOWEEN 2024 — DEATH BECOMES HER

one half of the costume, jia is dressed as madeline ashton from death becomes her. her wife, @fridaynightmuses, completes the picture.

[clementinebriar]

STATUS: closed for @fridaynightmuses (sylvia) LOCATION: haunted rave

It takes her a moment to really register what’s happening around her. Clementine likes this part of the high — the part where everything’s doubly as colorful, doubly as loud, doubly as exciting. The part where company becomes obsolete, because she’s having such a good time on her own, and that irksome loneliness doesn’t fucking creep in uninvited. If it wouldn’t fuck with her rent, she’d be this high and this drunk all the fucking time.

Makes her a little careless, though. Like now, for instance, when she’s so into whatever song is playing that she accidentally elbows someone behind her in the gut. Or what she assumes is the gut — can’t really tell, from where she’s looking. She turns around and barks a laugh, bringing her hand to cover her mouth before it gets any more ridiculous. “Sorry,” she shouts over the music. “I didn’t know there was anyone so close to me.” She’d’ve been more annoyed if it had been a man, mind you, but this woman’s hot, and she seems harmless enough — like maybe she’d just been trying to cut through the crowd — so she lets it slide. “You look freaky, by the way,” she adds with a lazy grin. “Fuckin’ dope.”��

[kroghsrestaurantandbrewpub]

Tonight we have Nick Rifken in the pub from 7:30-10:30 pm! This seasoned and well-traveled musician has been all over the United States to Brazil and back again! Nick’s hybrid sound spills from these journeys into his solo career while digging into some deeply personal emotional moments. Nick has performed in such iconic NYC venues as The Bowery Electric, Rockwood Music Hall, Berlin and Pianos, but tonight he is here with us at Krogh's and we hope you can join us for this free show! 🎶 @nickrifken #kroghs #kroghbar #brewpub #brewpubnj #pubmusic #livemusic #fridaynightmusic #acoustic #solo #weekendstartsnow #supportmusicians #supportmusic #lakemohawk #lakemohawknj #spartanj (at Krogh's Restaurant & Brew Pub) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn7f7hrPJ7H/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[oculiaperticlausi]

closed — @fridaynightmuses

"What was that? I couldn't hear you."

[dylxwestwick]

character: Emir Yilmaz @fridaynightmuses

location: Phantom Manor Haunted Rave

After having a few drinks, she was a little more relaxed than when she first arrived. However she still did feel like leaving soon. If only the crowd wasn't so large, looking around while walking was not the smartest idea. Dylan definitely was an accident away from happening. And just like that she bumped into someone, tripping a bit as she let out a nervous laugh. "Woops! Sorry! I definitely didn't think that bein' a banana would make me slip on myself." She tried to joke, though she was unsure if the joke even made sense. Smiling towards the man apologetically as she looked down at the cup in her hand. "I didn't get any drink on ya, did I?!" Dylan would be mortified if she had.

[tonibeltran]

STATUS: closed for @fridaynightmuses (emir) LOCATION: oak gardens, emir's front porch

Antonio hums thoughtfully as Emira finishes her soccer story, nodding along seriously. “Definitely sounds like the ref had it out for y’all, Emmy,” he tells her, using the nickname that had come naturally to him the first time they’d interacted. “And you still brought the win home. Man,” he shakes his head, making sure the girl knows he’s impressed. “Sounds like an exciting game,” he grins. “I’ll have to catch the next one.” Before the kid can reply, the front door opens, and Antonio glances up to spot Emir walking out onto the porch. 

He grins a little sheepishly, waving a greeting to his neighbor. “Emir,” he drawls, then gestures over to Emira sitting next to him on the porch steps. “Emira here was just telling me about her soccer victory,” his grin widens. “Sounds like she’s poised to go pro and everything, hm?” He teases Emira, bumping her small shoulder with his arm. He looks back at Emir, scratching at his jaw. “Ah, sorry for loitering. Promise I’ll be out of your hair in five minutes.” As soon as he regains feelings in his legs; he forgets sitting for too long at his age tends to cause Issues.

[saulweissberg]

availability / @fridaynightmuses / emir! setting / the kitchen of the cantwell country club. timeline / sunday, september 29th, 2024 at 11:01 am.

it would either end up feeling like walking down the aisle or walking to the gallows. the charity luncheon was bound to be a success, event planning was in his blood as his mother was a former country club boardwoman, but there was still margin for error. a wide margin for error. the food wasn’t going to be a problem, that he could almost certainly count on. la galleria and the mango tree were two of his favorite restaurants in blue harbor, so it was a no-brainer to ask them both to cater the luncheon. with an hour left to spare before the doors were to open for the first guests to arrive, saul did a quick run through. entering the kitchen, he spotted emir instantly. saul smiled in greeting. “hey, emir! everything looks great in here!” he surveyed the cooks and waiting staff running around the kitchen animatedly. “are you excited?”