event room ✩

[ good night, sleep well! ]

@ashley vee ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ *Grimm isn't easy to see considering his centuries worth of experience. Silence continues to linger in the air as he follows with no sound, just simply allow the target to further distance herself from peers. Prey was easy when separated from the pack..*

(I'm sorry, I need to head to bed ;;
good night guys <33333)

@Grimm ᵍʰᵒᵘˡ this is so stupid.. I don’t even know why I feel hurt..
/mumble to myself, while trying to open the bottle and walk briskly at the same time, not an easy thing to do especially with me being so unsettled and trying to hold it together, not even being able to sense that I’m being followed or that something is lurking in the shadows. finally having the bottle open, I bring it to my lips and takes big gulps one after the other, letting the alcoholic liquid stream down my throat/

Too late, I knew you liked me
/knocks back his second shot, grabbing a third for himself and for you/

dwell*

rolls my eyes with a little snort.
don’t swell on that too much, mister.
grabs a second one for myself as well before throwing it back.

I really do mean it, every word
I know art, my late husband was an artist, so I know what a true artist is. You most definitely are one

flushes while ducking my head down. thank you, yooa. that’s sweet of you to say, either way.

You called me babe, I didn't know you liked me that much Momo
/grinning he raises his second shot/
And I'm a demi-god, looks like we're on even ground

@ashley vee ʷᵉʳᵉʷᵒˡᶠ ... *The figure lingers for a moment or so longer before he sees someone leave. He disappears, but not as one normally would. No, the shadow seems to move too effortlessly, like it was floating or levitating. It follows Ashley.*

i know. just be warned that alcohol doesn’t affect me, so, i’ll be taking the crown for this one, babe.

It really shows Chris, and I promise I'm not just saying that
you're a real artist and those are rare

i try to, at least. i think it’s important that an artist is passionate about what they perform.

You know it, I live for competition

ash! you’re supposed to be doing shots with us.

as competitive as ever, i see.

Ash, you can't leave your own party

/seeing you all guys enjoying yourself, I grab a bottle of vodka and quietly leave the venue/

glances around at all of the transparent figures, my lips pressing into a straight line as a look of uneasiness flashes across my features before i turn away and swipe up one of the shots, effortlessly swallowing it all.

It was really good!
I could tell you poured a lot of yourself into your music, and I think that's really amazing

I'll drink you under the table, watch me
/winking he knocks back one of the shots/

*At the welcome, there's no response, only silence. Presumed observation only, and he does not come out into the open.*

oh, don’t worry about it, ash!

two shots before i’ve even had one? tsk!

scratches at the back of my head.
that means a lot that you came and enjoyed.
the style i played on my guitar isnt what i produce for albums or anything…just more of a hobby.

/shivers/
I have a funny feeling-- it feels like spooky...

*There are hundreds of ghosts only Momo can see as one, and they are angry, pointing fingers and yelling and screaming at the strange figure. They are dressed in pilgrim attire, the hallway is so full of ghosts they are trampling over one another to scowl and detest the otherwise quiet stranger.*

there is probably some
I just grabbed the drinks
let me check for you momo

wraps an arm around ash’s shoulders, squeezing her against me. it’s not stupid or silly. if it means something to you, then we’re gonna try our best to turn it into a great time.