#valdez.event005

[cfganglands-blog]

Harlow looked around the room, she knew not to cling to her dates side as not to look like a lost puppy following him around all evening. Instead she let them mingle, knowing they’d find each other again when he was ready. She took a champagne flute from a passing server, a thank you leaving her lips as she looked around for familiar faces. 

Hoping to find someone to talk to that could make her forget about another bomb, about how they had let one event pass without incident. And how unlikely it would be for them to get lucky twice. 

Emery loved galas, or any charity event that allowed her to break out a gown. She had infinite cocktail dresses, and dresses for her performances at the lounge. But it wasn’t often enough for her that she to feel like a princess. Which, is exactly how she felt when she slipped out of her shoe, stumbling forward a few steps with a curse and turning back to find it. “I’m so sorry. I haven’t even had anything to drink yet and I’m coming apart.” 

On the back wall of the room leaned a figure dressed in a fabric so thing it was almost dark smoke. Hardly a shrinking violet, brown eyes jumped from person to person looking for the outline of weapons. Or the way pockets sagged under the weight of something other than a wallet. In turn, she’d come more then prepared. She was just better at hiding her tools. 

It’s not just the weapons though, that have her looking around the room. The reality not lost on her, that a girl from her neighborhood was never meant for dresses or parties like this. That if she told anyone at home, they’d hardly believed she would ever get her. Or look this good when she did. God, if only the neighbourhood kids who mocked her in school could see her now. She wondered what they’d say. What her parents would say. 

Nikki could finesse with the best of them when it came to the streets. Every sort of criminal in a back alley or barely lit bar were her congregation. But when it came to things like this, the rough edges showed themselves more often than not. She couldn’t talk politics, most of the art she’d seen had been graffiti and she hadn’t read many of the standard literary classics that people love to go on and on about. 

She was smart out there, so undeniably talented when it came to the works of criminal affairs. But when it came to public relations with the middle and upper class? It was when she really had to kick her charms into overdrive if she hoped to get anywhere with them. Which meant two things, a lot of bullshit and even more booze. “My favorite painter,” Nikki stumbled talking to a group of older women. “I, uh.” 

She paused, thinking for a moment as her mind tried to summon an answer. 

“I’m a big fan of Raphael, Leonardo, Michelangelo and I even dabble in some Donatello sometimes.” 

Saoirse hated that she had to do this, that death still stained her like spilled ink and yet here she was playing happy hostess to her enemies. It twisted her stomach in a way that she hadn’t felt since the early days. When she had to face Balthazar like she had nothing but admiration for the man. But just as her disdain had be undetectable then, now her despection was nothing short of mastered. 

Her smile nothing more then gritted teeth in disguise. “Please I insist.” A delicate hand plucked two flutes from the tray, handing one over to them. “It’s on me after all.”

[pssionfrvits]

     ‘  arsenic or cyanide  ?  ’  it’s an abrupt question to the nearest figure as sloane reaches for another glass of champagne, her eyes tickled with mischief as she gives the bubbly a once over.  ‘  not saying they’d be so obvious, but really----  if we were to get collectively poisoned, which one do you think it’d be  ?  ’

[crookednatvre]

The evening had gone off without a hitch so far. Savages, Cobras and FBI members alike ( if any had bothered to show up, not that they had any distinguishable markers ) were mingling amongst one another, their guns, knives or whatever weapons they undoubtedly slipped past security remained holstered for the time being. Clara herself was patrolling the warehouse, a clutch bag tucked underneath one arm and an empty champagne flute held between her fingertips. The clutch was mainly an accessory, but it came in handy for holding her phone, purse and her indigo tipped throwing knives ( it was a birthday present from one of the assassins last year ) just in case anybody stepped out of line. 

She knew she should have been mingling herself, batting her eyelashes and offering her kindest smile to those who would be bidding for her skill-set later this evening. But she couldn’t draw herself away from the edges of the crowd, hearing what Wolfgang had to say about the cobras had left a sour taste in her mouth; one she couldn’t wash down with pleasantries and small talk just yet.

[waywcrdsons-blog]

Tony’s Thots on Their Big Night Out 

+ a wild sky.

[thcndcr-blog]

luke’s heel tapped against the floor, the noise slowly getting faster the longer he stood there. it wasn’t that he was annoyed it was just... bored. it reminded him of the parties that he would go to with his parents, and he never had fun at those. his fingers grasped the champagne flute, taking a long drink before he walked over to the nearest person. “someone should stop me before i stab someone.” he grinned, mischief obvious in his eyes.

aries wiped her hands on the skirt of her dress, blue eyes scanning over the house. she had only been here a handful of times, perferring to stay away from the root of all of the cobra’s interactions. a sigh left her mouth as she ran a hand through her curled hair, feeling her phone start buzzing in her clutch. “i know i’m assistant coach for the cheer team, but, dammit, i’m busy.” she grumbled, opening the clutch and declining the call.

“okay, okay, but,” sylvia grinned, lips leaving a red lip mark on her drink. “it’s not like i’m saying american football is stupid.” she mumbled, head shaking. “but please tell me what pleasure people derive from watching men slam into each other, and throw a ball around?” she asked them, shoulders shrugging as she let out a sigh.

[devilsbound-a]

         *ﾟ· ˚  ✧ wolfie zaharov ⁞ ❛ devil in me.  /  style.

[demvniics]

the cobras annual homecoming after-party outfit !

[cfganglands-blog]

Amma’s outfit for the auction. 

[pssionfrvits]

sloane valentine & buzz barton at the cobra auction gala.

[crookednatvre]

valdez event: homecoming // auction  — clara munro outfit.

[thcndcr-blog]

luke byers // aries dombrova // sylvia demarrow

[pssionfrvits]

sunny montgomery event look.

[pssionfrvits]

sloane valentine event look. 

[cfganglands-blog]

Nikki’s outfit for the auction.