new years — the bathroom stalls !  ( closed for — @lucindajohnson​ )

dragging herself out that night wasn’t easy , and yet there she was in the one place she didn’t want to be more than anywhere — the bathrooms . it had been the easiest avenue for escape ; nobody would question if she darted towards the toilet stalls , assuming she’d either had a little too much to drink or had a cute little somebody waiting for her behind the graffiti’d door . instead , she was mopping at the bleeding mascara trailing black tracks down her cheeks in an attempt to mask the fact that , for the last ten minutes , she had been hyperventilating to her own reflection . hearing the main door click open , evanie scrambled with the wads of stained tissue and turned to gaze into the plughole , sniffing ; “ sorry . i’ll be right out . i just ... “ was it easier to lie , to cover up her turmoil to save face ?? “ ... i just feel so gross out there tonight . even worse now i cried all my darn makeup off . “ 

who: @elisexrueng​ where: new years eve party

They were sadly not much of a drummer but that never stopped them from trying and this had added fun with the paint. All the colors made River smile and laugh. When the other woman came up they immediately offered her one of the drum sticks. “I’m not very good.” They spoke up over the music with a bright smile. “At the drums I mean. Maybe it’s because I’m spoiled and Moth, the drummer of my band and one of my best friends, they are amazing and always takes care of that part for me.” Their head shook, loose curls shifting as they did. It was then that they realized they were rambling and she probably didn’t care. Sometimes it just all fell out. “What kind of music do you like? Are you having fun?” They hit the drum a few more times, slightly off beat to trap sounds the DJ was scratching. 

AMELIA SONG - New Year’s Event 2022

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 | 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

new years — the stanley hotel !  ( closed for — @sofia-silva​​​​ )

thank god the night was — more or less — over . midnight kisses had been exchanged , drinks had been guzzled , and now striker was making his way back to his hotel room , or at least what he thought was his hotel room . in all honesty , it’s unknown whether he actually booked a room to call his own ; the eldest cannon’s memory was far from what it used to be . with a phone that seemed although it was permanently out of juice and a clumsy , unpredictable path ahead , the male was graced with the genius idea of knocking on the first door he came across for salvation . most men would be humiliated staring back at the face of their boss , heavily intoxicated on home-brewed moonshine and questionable pills that were being handed out by the younger cohort of partiers , but for striker joy was etched across his face , a relief that he was now the responsibility of somebody with sense . “ it’s a damn miracle i stumbled ‘cross you . now , ‘fore i say anythin’ , it ain’t my fault that i forgot my room . why’d they make so many goddamn numbers anyway ?? “ 

new years — the bar !  ( closed for — @emiraxtemel​​ )

a few hours into the night and evanie had already lost wilde . she had come with her roommate , her right-hand-woman , and now that she was alone she found herself at the bar choking down a few tequila shots to stave off the loneliness . she had hoped to see a certain somebody — by this point in her life , how was she not used to such bitter disappointment ?? it came in waves and , right now , it felt like more of a hurricane . it was a flicker of an eye , a glance in the wrong direction , that stopped evanie in her tracks . the beat of her heart began shuddering . her mind raced . she stepped back , almost tripping over the body behind her , and continued backing up without so much of an acknowledgement or apology ; on the dance floor , she could have sworn she saw the man that had torn apart her chest and attempted to patch it back together with superglue and twine . “ i have to get out of here ... i need to go ... “ evanie whimpered into seeming nothingness .