Kholo Mzi | 33 | NH/DCT | Open

Kholo fiddled with her wine red earring in the mirror, her face flushed with anxiety. She was dressed in a long scarlet dress, with an off the shoulder neckline and simple furls. It ran until her ankles, her short stature lengthened only slightly by a pair of black high heels.

Adjusting her dangling earrings, Kholo glanced at the mirror once more, before turning away with a flourish. She was as ready as she'd ever be, and to hell if anyone commented that she didn't look good enough. They'd soon find that althouh her fashion sense wasn't perfect, her tongue was in perfect working order.

She plastered a welcoming smile as guests began arriving, forcing herself to chitchat idly and play the hostess part. Pouring a drink for yet another budgetless man, she resisted the urge to curl up on a nearby couch and fall asleep. Not the place, Kholo.

Timothy / EI / M: Emily,Open.

A day later and it wouldn't leave his mind.His stomach was growling like a savage dog,eyes aching from lack of nourishment.But still he registered no appetite or exhaustion - the only thing he felt was guilt.

The main question he seemed to have circulating was whether she meant it -

"I Don't suppose.. Serves me Damn right anyhow."

He muttered to himself as he finished the 3rd run of the day so far,glimpsing sight of the gathering starting to work it's way up.His eyes fixated on a figure welcoming each individual rather uncomfortably - Kholo he assumed.Tim found himself looking for another few moments for someone more familar,with a defeated sigh entering his office and settling into the swivel chair heavily.It was now his eyes circulated the room slowly,there seeming to be an endless stream of memories in each section.It was insane to think back so far,When things worked out.

Well of sorts..

He chuckles gently to himself,expression soft as he reminisced over each one.The most recent were with Katrina,the room never seemed so quiet as in this moment.The Latina had seemed to bring the brightest aura, at any moment of the day without fault.That was why it seemed the pair had glued - A little light seemed to draw Tim in like a moth.

(Sorry that's of poor quality,I've just facepalmed so many times I cant Think LMAO)

No worries, I'm in the same boat lol))

Emily | Eventing | Tim, Open

Emily's eyes scanned the crowd in a dull manner, not particularly enthused by any one of the groups of people she saw. She toyed with the necklace around her neck nervously, looking for the one face in the crowd she didn't want to see. Thus far, she'd avoided spineless attempts to be wooed by suitors, though from the looks she'd been given she knew they were coming.

"What's on your mind?"

A husky voice caused the blonde to turn around, her tan eyes meeting the man's deep brown eyes. She was impressed with his appearance, for he was extremely attractive, but refused to be so easily entertained. "What makes you think anything is?"

He gave her a radiant smile. "I don't know, I think it was a tie between the look of desperation in your eyes, which are very pretty by the way, or the fact that you're the only one not dancing with somebody."

Emily crossed her arms across her slimmed torso, which was covered in silk, an incredulous, beaming smile forming. "I suppose that makes two of us, then. Care to dance?"

"I was hoping you might say that. I'm Asher, by the way. A pleasure to meet you."

"Emily," she replied as the tall, attractive man pulled her close to dance. Out of the corner of her eye, she locked eyes with Tim. "And, the pleasure is all mine."

I'm gonna move all three of these friends together ;)

Laurence | DCT | Dajana, Katrina

In the corner of the dancefloor, the three instructors stood together casually, sipping their drinks and engaging in light conversation as they people-watched. Dajana and Laurence were both very new, so it was comfortable, and the three had banded together rather quickly. Each was dressed to impress, Dajana in an emerald green dress which was strapless and adorned in silver jewels and touches of that same silver color in her jewelry, shoes, and makeup, and Katrina in an off-the-shoulder dress which was the color of red wine, both flattering and vibrant, especially on her. Both girls, being rather short, wore shoes that for one day made them nearly as tall as some of the others. They looked like two peas in a pod, and were getting on well. Laurence was grateful for the friendships provided by both, as were the girls to him. He was wearing a well-tailored black tuxedo, as many of the men were. The only difference between him and many of the other men, however, was that he looked the part. So many of the men were just sons of rich businessmen, sent here to party and blow daddy's money, maybe make some connections. He truly looked both sophisticated and classy, down to the exquisitely-styled hair he'd spent more time than he'd admit on.

"See, Emily made man-friend," Dajana said with enthusiasm.

Katrina chuckled, and looked in the crowd for Tim, but couldn't find him. Probably for the best, she knew.

"Where's your man-friend? Hasn't shown up yet?"

Dajana giggled. "Cam is only friend. And, I don't know."

"Have either of you seen our favorite barn princess?" Laurence asked gently, his tone teasing, an amicable grin to his lips.

"I knew it felt too peaceful," Katrina deadpanned. "No, I haven't yet. Seems everyone is running late."

Kathleho Mahlope | 22 | Open

Kat lay on her bed comfortably, her nose buried in a thick autobiography. Her eyes were sharp and condescending, slipping to their natural state in relaxation.

The soundtrack of a rock song suddenly began blaring from her stationary phone, placed idly on the table beside her. A string of colourful curses slipped out of her mouth accidently, with the ease of a seasoned professional. Picking it up irritably, she turned it off with a sigh. It was that time already.

Quickly hopping through a hot shower and throwing on a formal black dress she had picked up from a charity shop, she pinned back her wild braids and slipped on a pair of comfortable black pumps.

She entered the large hall, ignoring the murmured greetings by other guests. She was here as a student, not for entertaintment, and she was making it clear with every dignified step she took.

Well Daaammmmnnn x3 It's going down.I just got tingles - I love these pair Oh ma goosh! )

Timothy / EI / M: Party goers,Emily,Open.

He couldn't see,his eyes weren't working.Right?His lungs felt thrashed to no end,utterly breathless.Tim had only 20 minutes ago descided to actually come,in an attempt to try and fix things.But it seemed he had just came at the right time.His brows couldn't help but furrow at that look,eyes switching from an expression of betrayal to pure calmness.His Body seemed to shudder into a cool feeling,brushing his bluebell suit down gently and subconsciously shaking his head to settle his hair.Tim then stands as straight as he could manage,trying to look collected and in control.To be fair he pulled it off perfectly,perhaps the need to get one over on his counterpart helped.

"Ms Lanchlan- Blout.I really thought you would've hidden better - I'm guessing your company doesn't know about the whole incident.And if he doesn't want to join you behind bars for conspiracy to commit murder I guess he best move along."

With this he gave Asher the look he guessed most officers of the law practiced in their mirrors,Before wrapping an arm around the blonde's shoulder and walking her firmly along,

"Best get you back to the station."

He added for good measure,as they made their way to the edge of the room.The pair didn't half look conspicuous.

"What are you doing?"

Tim tried not to hiss,although it wasn't a total success.His eyes were a mixture of disbelief and worry,a questioning glare to his gaze.Almost that of a parent,or any family member.It was hard to ignore how dapper he looked in this moment,Certainly not in the way Emily's new companion was, but a slight touch of rustic charm that only seemed to belong to him.Even with that expression across his features.

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Nightmare "Prince" and Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Open

-Heather would have jumped the pasture fence, running over to Prince who was just laying there on his side, shallowly breathing after letting out a weak neigh. The brunette drops to her knees when she got to her beloved companion and carefully cradled his large head in her arms as tears started to run down her face- "No...No, no, no, no please...please don't leave me bud...please.." -she quietly begged the old gelding to not leave her as she didn't want to lose her best friend, not here, not now, not ever but she knew the reality but she didn't want it to be real as it felt like an absolute nightmare that she can never wake up from-

-The brunette very quietly told her beloved gelding her goodbyes as he took his final breath before the large giant went completely limp, now a lifeless corpse that was once alive. The young woman quietly broke down sobbing while hugging her dead faithful companion as her whole body shook from crying. She felt Sandra gently place her hands upon her shoulder to let her know that it's time to go since she already called home to let them get Prince's body to properly bury him under the old blossom tree at the ranch-

-After an hour later, Prince's body was already picked up by the ranch workers from their mother's ranch has already left, heading back to the place to bury him. The young woman would be hiding in Mystery's stall as the colorful mare was ever so gently cuddling her sad rider to try to comfort her while the mare was feeling sad as well. Heather had her arms covering her face while she hugged her knees, her brown & red hair draped down from the position she was in while kinda leaning against the mare's side, she was still in grief from losing her gentle giant while feeling that half of her heart has left with him in the process-

Sandra Proudstorm | 18 | Show Jumping | Moonstone River "Silver" | School Horse: WO Legends Rise "Legend" | M: Open

-Sandra would walk into the gala in a deep purple colored dress that is passed the knee with medium length sleeves as the fabric of the sleeves are laced which felt very comfortable and soft with matching heels but not the type of heels that would kill your feet. Her blue eyes glanced around the room before making her way to the refreshments to get something to drink-

(Oof, sorry for how short this is >~<")

Samantha Starr / E / M: Party People.

Well,This was it.

She murmured to herself,glancing herself down in the cover of the tree shadows for the millionth time before making her way into the doorway.Sam saw the eyes glance her way,some of pure Curiousity- others of looks of something a little more.

But Damn those looks were right on the money,the strawberry- blonde looked like a certified princess.And maybe even overriding a bratty type in this moment.Her sea blue dress featuring a V-Shaped neck line was easy on the eye,despite the attention grabbing silky tone, fitted to just below the knee.The bespokely designed piece highlighting her figure just right whist providing the perfect contrast to her hair that tumbled down in bouncy ringlets.The make-up on her face was surprisingly subtle,eyes looking bright and a little excitable - brought out by the little pieces of silver that that were dotted purposely over her body to bring it together.

In truth she was bathing in the attention,loving all of this as she surveyed the room.A little gathering slightly caught her attention momentarily until she glided her way over to the refreshment table,clearly incredibly comfortable in the marble heels that adored her feet,helping herself to a finer looking champagne flute.