#* 𝗣𝗢𝗣 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗨𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗠 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 : event ⧽

[ofamin]

WHAT :  the big beach bash ! WHERE :  by the stage, after avi’s burlesque / drag performance AVAILABILITY :  closed, @fondillusionsfm​ & @ofalex​

        THE ILLUSION BEGINS AND ENDS with a tightly wound blindfold, the black veil wrapped around avi’s eyes having amassed a wide range of ooo’s and awh’s as they presented elements of vogue and burlesque alike. each snap of their wrist and sharp angle of their body blending well with the beat despite this obstruction — because practice makes perfect and, darling, they were more than that. a truth they won’t shy away from telling considering once they’ve donned their final bow and withdrawn the blindfold from their eyes, they’re quickly met with an onslaught of applause and distant cat-calls. their open arms welcoming the recognition for all it’s worth as their sights survey the crowd — a twinkle highlighting browns and hazels — until they spot a familiar face or two well off to the side. so familiar, in fact, avi doesn’t hesitate to wink, smirk, and offer a curtsy, silently challenging them to approach if they so dare.

[ofamin-a]

WHAT: owen’s twenty-fifth birthday WHEN: midnight WHERE: area 51 AVAILABILITY: closed, @httpalexm​

AS IT’S AVI’S BRAND BY NOW to arrive fashionably late, it’s safe to assume they make an appearance at roswell’s famed nightclub LONG AFTER owen’s surprise party was revealed. meaning, they’re still under the impression that area 51 is hosting a general foam party WITHOUT an actual agenda. which is fine by them — let them live in ignorant bliss as they peruse the suds covered dance floor in search of a distraction that’ll last them all night. avi more or less a few shots in by this point when their sights land on HIM. someone who’s vaguely familiar from behind. maybe even someone they met in a dream. and if that’s the case, then they’re determined to turn said dream into REALITY once avi pushes off the bar & begins weaving through the crowd of people, pinning a target on the man’s back until they’re mere centimeters behind him.  ❛ you know, last time i saw you, you were dressed in a three piece suit & honestly ... i have to say ... what you’re wearing now is doing you WAY MORE favors. ❜

[ofamin]

WHAT :  the big beach bash ! WHERE :  by the carnival’s entrance AVAILABILITY :  closed, @discoridans​

        THEIR FIFTEEN MINUTES OF UNWAVERING FAME has flickered and simmered into a quiet buzz from those who witnessed avi in action, their inflated ego drifting from the scene they’ve caused as more than few onlookers stamp avi’s performance to their memories and their stage name, abba, to their mouths. in truth, avi becomes high off it. this validation. this idea that the world is their circus, with avi as the ringmaster and curious eyes as their none-the-wiser audience. they latch onto it, folding the euphoria up and tucking it away in their pocket whilst they waltz toward the exit. always one to leave in the height of people wanting more, only for them to eventually return for an encore hours later. but right now — six inch heels under their belt — avi kisses the lingering intrigue goodbye. already in the middle of inhaling a hit from their vape before they recognize the person who’s taking their leave too.  ❛ where are we off to, cat scratch? ❜  they toy with the nickname as they join trixie by the hip and continue walking,  ❛ and is it far away from hyper-caffeinated matilda’s and eloise’s? ❜

[ofamin]

WHAT :  the big beach bash ! WHERE :  by the stage, a half hour before the local band performs AVAILABILITY :  closed, @deadlysilas​

        IT’S AN OVEREXPOSED AND SATURATED HALLELUJAH, this carnival, the flashing lights and balloon devils far from the spotlights and dancing devils avi was used to. they couldn’t care less about the glee. the awe. the fascination one got from winning a hand-me-down stuffed animal. rather, their interests lie in turning this family friendly affair into an abba&co one, the bluetooth speaker they’ve brought with them accompanied by a backup dancer or two as avi situates all they need to pull off this free, unlicensed performance — one not hosted by the carnival itself, no. but if you’re to ask them, they’d just say a little rule breaking doesn’t hurt when providing an actual jaw dropping show.  ❛ is that bartender #3 i see? ❜  they interrupt their setup in the midst of catching wind of the stoic ( drunk? ) man walking by,  ❛ impeccable timing, darling, i needed someone to tie-the-knot. ❜  a sarcastic snort escapes them as they hold out a blindfold, jokingly implying silas should do the honors and finish their costume off just like he did their corset.

[ofamin]

* 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑨𝑺  𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑳𝑶𝑾 .

The nickname still grates against his ego, though he doesn’t care, tells himself it doesn’t matter, he can’t help but darken at the thought that Alex might be above him — or Jack, the annoying nineteen year old who’d just started. Still, they stop for the familiar dance, drunk enough for a smirk to immediately lift his lips as he slows his wandering steps and takes in Avi’s outfit. Another dance. “Dancer number four,” He greets them tauntingly, gaze dark with turmoil and a sudden mirth. A knowing gaze snags on the blindfold, carrying on down the rest of their body before meeting their eyes with a lift of his brow. “Careful, now, or I might get the wrong impression of what you want from me.” 

        AVI JUTS THEIR HEAD IN A WAY THAT SAYS :  we all know i’m your number one, maybe not today, but, with utmost certainty, a day that’s soon to come. amusement etching at the curl of their lips then, observing silas observing them as they continue outstretching the blindfold. expectant. something close to an itch buzzing at their fingertips, avi’s gaze asking the fated question — are you tempted to scratch?  ❛ you’ll know exactly what i want if you treat yourself to five more minutes with me, ❜  avi claims, thoughts rewinding to their brief, barely there exchange when the bartender’s hands gripped onto lace until breath was all but an unreachable option. this very thought urging avi to inch forward and forward and forward, bodies now a few inches apart, before avi’s pressing the blindfold into the other’s palm.  ❛ but if your goal is to escape, the least you can do is allot me your eye for detail before you go. ❜