#mobstarter

[msmelissalin]

FOR: @mobscene-starters WHEN: 23rd of March, 2024. WHERE: Royal Albert Hall. Pre-Awards.

"Is that all your mouths good for? Talking?" Melissa grumbled at Benjamin, he dripped a refined elegance that had her brow inching. Who'd brought him that? It hadn't been her. With a glass in hand, she took a slow sip. "Actually, do not answer that. Find something else to do. You'd think you'd appreciate the break for once." She needn't say more, Benjamin quickly sauntered away, leaving Melissa to pivot on her heel, a grin spreading across her face.

"What a pleasant evening this is turning out to be," Melissa remarked, with a swift glass raise toward the oncoming arrival. "How are you?"

[oliviacoppola]

Location: Nomentano Date: January 24th, 2024

@mobscene-starters

"How about a friendly wager?," Olivia teased, her fingers twirling a dart, its weight settling nicely into her grip. It wasn't often that she let her hair down like this in her own bar, but things were slow and a girl needed entertainment. "If you win, next round's on me. If I win, next round's on you. Sound fair?"

[yvonne-rutherford]

Location: French NYE Date: 31st December, 2023

@mobscene-starters

If you told Yvonne at the start of the year that she would be spending the end of the year not only in Vixen, but in Launceston, she would have laughed in your face. But after the year she had, it honestly made sense at this point. At least it wasn't a fucking yacht. Félix had disappeared to smoke cigars and drink brandy and Yvonne was depressingly sober considering it was New Year's Eve. So she did the only reasonable thing and ordered an unhealthy amount of shots at the bar and held out one to the nearest passerby. "Come on, do a shot with me. I'm not nearly drunk enough yet."

[ayda--demir]

Where: Berkeley Manor Who: @mobscene-starters

The fact they were staying the night, it didn't settle well for the Turk, considering the mix that was attending.

She came up to the bar, ordering herself a mocktail, at least it didn't matter if she won or loss, it had been over a year since she had touched an alcoholic drink.

Her body turns to the person coming up beside her. "All I hope is there are no deaths this year."

[maksimkurylenko]

FOR: @mobscene-starters WHEN: 23rd of March, 2024. WHERE: Royal Albert Hall. Pre-Awards.

"Honestly, here I was thinkin', wow, Maks you've really out done yourself here," He looked up from his phone with a raise of his brow. "Apparently I'm wearing a wedding dress." using his hand to fan it out, he snorted. "Fuckin' hell."

[jeanpalfroix]

@mobscene-starters

"So, what do you think I need to do to move up from runner-up to nominee next year? I would say more cocaine, but I don't think I stand a chance of topping Laurent without bathing in it. And that's just a waste of good cocaine."

[val-dautremer]

"Oh no, no that was not a good smell. No." Val darted away as quickly as she could from a passing food tray and found an open window. She felt someone stop next to her. "Please tell me that made you sick too. I don't want to be the weak one here."

[ophelie-redgrave]

FOR: @mobscene-starters WHEN: 23rd of March, 2024. WHERE: Royal Albert Hall.Pre-awards.

"I don't fucking now what these are called, but they're bloody delicious. I'll just take a tray of them."

"Anyone placing bets on who will be the first to cry over their award or even lack off?"

[leylayilmazx]

@mobscene-starters

There were so many reminders, even in a place like this. One would think it would have been easy. To come, put on a smile and just power through like a soldier. But it was hard, it was so fucking hard for her. Yet still, she came because she wanted to support Laurent, she wanted to support her friends - her family.

It's okay that it wasn't easy, at least that's what she was telling herself.

Nursing her drink, Leyla stayed in the shadows, not wanting to bring any unwanted attention to herself.

"Oh no, thanks. I have one." She smiled at the person, or at least - tried.

[jessi-reyes]

Location: Royal Albert Hall. Pre-Awards@mobscene-starters

"Finally, an awards season where I wouldn't hate to win the award I'm nominated for. Although, it has been fun to keep my Trainwreck award at the nurse's station in the A&E these last two years. People tend to fuck with you less when they think you are crazy,"

[emine--yalaz]

When: 23rd of March, 2024 Who: @mobscene-starters Where: Royal Ablert Hall, Pre-Awards

Emine came with one thing on her mind to have Kerem regret his decision. It was the distraction she needed from the current state of her life.

She plucks a glass of champagne off a tray as a waiter passes. "The goal tonight is to win one of my categories." There was one she wanted the most. "I require free drinks all night." She glances to the person beside her.

[amaroadriana]

@mobscene-london

"No offence, but some of these dates? I feel like Diana would have set this up herself. Because this feels like a trick and I'm almost down for it." Adriana was nursing a drink in her hand as she looked over the possibilities. She wouldn't have wanted to be the one doing the guessing - though the choosing? There were a few she'd have gone on herself.

[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."

[eleanorxshipley]

@mobscene-starters

When: Valentine's Day Auction, After party.

Open: To all!

"Here's to those who wish us well. Those who don't, can go too hell!" Eleanor attempted her best Elaine Benes impression as she threw back another shot, a giggle following. "At least it's for a good cause. Plus we get to see more of the world and taste some authentic food. It could be much worse." Was she trying to convince herself? Perhaps a little. She was also trying to keep the pessimism in the room from ruining the night.

By this point Eleanor may have had some too many drinks to calm her nerves (and avoidance of her own budding annoyances) and was pretty much rambling and slurring to whomever was nearby and listening. A rare instance for her indeed. Usually she was much more careful with appearances, but the air of the night left her in a weird funk.

[ayda--demir]

Who: @mobscene-starters Where: Tatlı ikramlar Bakery

The weekend away was exactly what she needed, that when she came home, Ayda was ready for what she had to do next. She had been to city hall, collecting all the information required and sat in the bakery filling out the applications. When she sent her mind on something, there was no turning back. Her head jolts up when the bakery door opens, a hand rubbing at her eyes after staring at the paper for the last ten minutes.

"Welcome," she stands up. "What can I get for you?"

[maria-azenha]

Where: Berkeley Manor Who: @mobscene-starters

Maria could feel her nerves starting to frazzle. She wasn't relying on her usual crutch for the night, which meant she would fall onto another one.

With four shots bought, she slid two across to the person beside her.

"Help me with these?" She glances over in their direction.