#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.

[sinnerssquarehq]

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[honeyedsins]

special delivery for @fridaynightmuses

"Kenzo, come on. You got a bruise the size of Washington on your arm - can you please stay still?" Amara sighed, applying a bandage to the man's arm, shaking her head. "I just have to do a little of this and - and there you go. See? Not so bad. I swear, men hate hospitals and bandages more than the kids that come in here." She joked, throwing out the plastic and her gloves. "All right, so lay it on me. Where did you get the bruise? I have to type into my reports."

[oculiaperticlausi]

closed — @fridaynightmuses

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

[bcrninhell]

@fridaynightmuses location: tattoo studio - wherever he's working

She'd long since propped herself up on the counter, as she usually did whenever she visited - watching a disgruntled customer knock of a few of the magazines on the coffee table in the waiting area. Even if the rest of her life was blowing up - the life she'd once left behind, the one she'd built for herself remained and the truth of her identity wasn't so wide spread that she couldn't fall back into the comfort of being little more than a civilian. "Geez, what'd you do? Tell him his design idea was terrible or charge him a reasonable price that he could have gotten cheaper anywhere else..." She'd heard the ramblings time after time from people unwilling to pay a good price for good work.

[clarabaudelaire]

status: closed for @fridaynightmuses

location: the alibi central

The night air was crisp; the kind of bitter cold that nipped at your neck and seeped through your jacket. The Alibi Central was dead inside, not a soul in sight, and Clara had taken the lull as an opportunity to step out and smoke. She was fiddling with her pack of Marlboros when the faint crunch of footsteps on the pavement caught her attention. Turning her head slightly, her sharp gaze landed on the man approaching. “Don’t bother,” she said dryly, as he gripped the door handle to enter. “Bar’s empty. Unless you wanna bartend, you can wait a minute.” Her tone wasn’t apologetic, nor was it dismissive—just matter-of-fact. Like the rest of the world could wait for five minutes while she smoked. "Want one?"

[joinmeinenvy]

closed starter @fridaynightmuses // central park

Francesca rarely had time to take her camera out, always busy juggling one of her many projects. But photography was her escape—a way to freeze a fleeting moment, a scene that might never exist again. On this crisp winter day in Central Park, she focused her lens on the snow-laden trees and icy pathways, avoiding people’s faces to keep her shots about the beauty of the season. Or at least, she tried to.

Her heart sank as she realized she’d caught someone’s face—a man looking directly into the lens. One of those shots where the subject knows they’ve been photographed. “Sorry!” she called out, lifting a hand in apology, her cheeks flushed from both the chill in the air and the embarrassment of getting caught. She glanced at the image on her camera’s screen, expecting to wince, but instead, she paused. Despite her mistake, the photo was stunning. The soft winter light framed the man perfectly, capturing an almost cinematic moment. “You’ve got to see this,” she said, walking up to him with a shy but eager smile. Turning the camera toward him, she showed him the photo. “It’s a great candid. I can send it to you if you want—it’s too good not to share.”