Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | Endurance & Polo Trainer | Astrid

Lorenzo had been loitering between the two toilet blocks, the amount of time he was not willing to admit. Had he been a 'real man', he would have returned and apologised to Astrid, but for now, he was too emotional. Which emotion, he wasn't sure. Sadness. Guilt. Anger. Joy. Courage. Fear.

He pushed away his morose thoughts, quickly realizing that most of his swirling emotions were at war with each other. He sighed softly, cursing under his breath in Spanish. Why did he have to go and mess everything up? He wasn't usually a swearer, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Or so he thought.

He jumped as a hand touched his arm, his already short nerves flinching dangerously. He relaxed momentarily when he saw it was Astrid, but then stiffened for the same reason. "Don't do that, Astrid," he said somewhat irritably, wincing inwardly at his tone. Why did it have to come out like that?

Her words left him silent, for a moment or two. "I-" He broke off awkwardly, a dark blush filling his round cheeks. He pulled her hand back, holding it in both of his own calloussed ones. "Astrid, I don't know how to say it. I don't think I ever will, and I don't plan on wasting my life waiting for it to happen. But Astrid -" He stopped suddenly, his dark eyes staring into hers.

Astrid looked down at her hands and smiled gently before stepping closer to him. " But Astrid-" , something she was hearing too often. `` No buts, tell me please. I wont be mad.`` Astrid told him with hidden confidence.

Usually she would have taken her hand back but this time it was different. She was comfortable with this. `` Enzo.. Don't be afraid. I'm sure it's not that bad.``

A small feeling overcame her as he stared into her eyes. Astrid felt something she never had. She smiled slightly as she watched the taller man, waiting for his response.

Cheidhou Aidara | 22 | Vaulting / Equitation | Floyd, Bekkah

Cheidhou leaned against a comfortable grey couch, her textured grey dress falling softly to a halt at her ankles. She had been dancing all evening, with countless different partners she would probably never even recognise again. The gender also didn't matter, which soon became clear when she grabbed a female acquaintance to dance to an up-beat song. Not that she was lesbian, it was simply because she danced for the sheer thrill of dancing, not for any other romantic reasons.

Pausing as yet another song came along, she began scanning the nearby area for any free people who might be willing to dance. Most were either hooked in deep conversation, already dancing with someone or were wearing a scowl dark enough to beat Satan back to Hell.

Her sparkling eyes finally lighted on a tall dark-haired man chatting nonchalantly to some friend or aquaintance, the rank unclear by the woman's scowling glare. Cheidhou walked up to them confidently, her stature tall and cheerful. "Would either of you like to dance?" She said it with comfortable curiosity, glancing at both of them to make sure that they knew it was directed at both.

Jackson|18|M: Heather, Open

The blonde smiled as Heather played with her hair. Parking the vehicle, Jackson stepped out and went to the other side, joining Heather as she got out. Taking one of her hands, he pulled her along into the gala. Laughing, he walked into the building and looked around. He could see plenty of people from the Centre, and waved to them.

Listening to the music, Jackson felt the beat and started to sway his hips in time. He wasnt a very good dancer, but he also didnt care what people thought of him. Leading Heather to the dance floor he danced with her, grinning as he tried and failed miserably to look suave.

Samantha Starr / E / M: Open

This just got awkward.

The Strawberry-Blonde scowled mentally,her angelic expression just starting to slip as this stranger snaked his arm around her waist.As if it hadn't been awkward for the last 10 minutes already - He'd been doing this for what felt like an eternity and she'd been fully unable to escape despite her half-hearted excuses.Sam tried again now,pulling and worming her body away.

"Right Gentlemen - I'm going to go admire some more trophies.."

She said clearly and cooly,Relieved to have rid of his arm for a moment enough to try and move away.Sam hardly got a step before her walk was halted,arm yanked almost throwing her off balance.Which was hard enough in heels like those she was wearing.

Did he just quip something about a trophy wife?

On this thought,he took a firm grasp on her wrist and began to walk her toward the door,Sam trying despairately to lean her weight against his without causing a scene.He was seemingly enjoying himself,aloud with laughter at her frantic attempts to loosen his grasp.

'I hope you fight this much in -'

She stopped listening,her eyes unbelievably wide with panic.This man was nearly double her age she guessed,and certainly wasn't the respectful and gentle type.Sam winced and strained to get away unsuccessfully,the sound of his hyena friends cackling away behind her circling in her head.

As they neared the door,pure panic setting in across her whole being,she allowed her wild eyes to despairately flit around the surrounding area - who ever she could try and get the attention of.Noone was looking,caring.Simply lost in their own little gathering.And she found her voice had disappeared,Completely mute beside a few pained heavy breathes,unable to even call for help.

Please - Please!

She managed to lock eyes with someone she recognised before Sam was yanked out of the doorway,her normally cool gaze one of terror and pleading.

(I've left it open to whoever wants at it O.o )

Can you guys bring up any posts directed at me that you still want replies to? Thanks loves <3

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also, oooohh I'm extremely torn as to whether to make my response to Flip's Sam post Kierstan or Laurence. Do y'all have a preference?

Ascent Acres said:

Can you guys bring up any posts directed at me that you still want replies to? Thanks loves <3

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also, oooohh I'm extremely torn as to whether to make my response to Flip's Sam post Kierstan or Laurence. Do y'all have a preference?

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Jackson, Open

-Heather was in awe when they arrived at the gala, it looked very rich and fancy where any wealthy or top riders go even though both her & her little sister never came from a wealthy background but they worked hard to get to their levels of their riding skills. She unbuckled herself, getting out of the car as she was accompanied by Jackson on the other side of his car, letting him take one of her hands in his as the pair entered the building while they both laughed like children going to their first amusement park-

-The young brunette looked down, taking in some very familiar faces while listening to the music that was now playing. Heather followed Jackson to the dance floor that he was leading her to then she started to dance with him, feeling the music as she was gently swaying to it-

Flipperruby30 said:

Timothy Blue / EI / M:Katrina,Laurence,Emily etc.

He couldn't help but offer a slight smile,Chucking as he sipped again from his glass rim,

"You're almost as bland as me."

For a few moments the blonde stood staring into space as there was a little silence,before waking gently as her voice murmured once again.In this moment He followed her gaze,locking eyes with Emily momentarily,his face marginally expressionless as he quickly moved from it.Tim refrained from answering his company's question.In truth - He didn't know.

(Sorry its short,Deciding where to throw Sam Lol.)

Tanglewood said:

Kathleho Mahlope | 22 | Kierstan

Kat scoffed lightly, only slightly embarrassed at being caught staring at his back. "Sure, I'm just loving all the people," she replied dryly, only a hint of sarcasm entering her voice. "It's my favourite thing." Now the coolness was clear, her words practically dripping with a sardonic flavour.

"Rich coming from you," she shot back mildly. "You seem to be enjoying yourself. Pretty wall, hmm?" She glanced boredly at him for a moment, before focusing her dark gaze on the floor in front of her again. "The main difference between you and me, though. Is that I'm fine being here. You are clearly not." Her sharp German accent was doming through a little clearer than usual, a sign of either anger or annoyance. Or, occasionally, enjoyment.

Standing up straighter with a resigned sigh, a very conscious sneer covered her face with practised ease. She stared irritably at a lovesick couple on the dance floor. Resisting a groan as the man kissed his partner, the tall German pointed them out to Kierstan.

"See," she spat. "They are friends, close friends. Then the man decides, oh no! I want to date her. He kisses her, she runs off, everything falls apart and they can't stand the ground the other has walked on. End of the most typical rom-com romance." She rolled her eyes as the two partners ran away in opposite directions, clearly somewhat tear-streaked. "What'd I say," she murmured, annoyed at the stereotypical lovers.