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ETHAN WOOD || city moodboard → london ←

No surprises here, but Ethan embodies his home city of good ol' London town. To me, London is bustling and lively even a touch gritty in some parts just like Ethan. It's a place where old meets new, and Ethan comes from football royalty and tradition, but he's rough around the edges now forging a new path for himself. that said, I'd say Ethan's more the pub culture, nightlife, and football side of the city. He's all overflowing pints on tap, too strong gin & tonics, football chants, teamwork, and that damn Londoner pride of his.

#cape.event:002-task #cape.event:002

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Ethan cocked his head to side, a smirk unfurling against his jawline as he set the tequila bottle back down to the countertop and exchanged it for a freshly poured out shot, nodding. "To the birthday girl." The same birthday girl he still had yet to pay a visit to, but he sure as hell was going to need a couple more of these bad boys before that happened. And so, Ethan pounded back the shot in one swift motion, welcoming the burning sensation as he shook his head in temporary relief once the tequila dropped into the bottom of his stomach. "Better get used to it and quick." He joked—  kind of—  already doling out the next one. "We got a couple more to get through."

how could one pass up a party at the dupont moreau estate? everything about it carried a certain promise of excitement and even if ramona still felt like she didn't belong she tried to play some sort of part in the night. the glitz, the glam, and she still found herself tucked away at the bar fiddling with the bracelets on her wrist the drink she'd had for the last half hour sitting in front of her. she raised an eyebrow when the one and only in cape may ethan wood found himself at the counter slipping cash to the bartender and going about setting up a line of shots, ramona fell in line grabbing her own at the insistence of the other and raising it briefly, "to heather." tapping the bottom on the bar top she emptied the contents of the small glass before setting it back down and reaching for her original drink as a chaser. "i'll never get used to the taste of tequila." she said with a small shake of her head.

#ramona cantu #cape.event:002

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A wide grin curled to the edge of the athlete’s jawline as he spotted his neighbor, her feigned worry bringing him an odd sense of pride. It was probably smart to be a little wary of his antics, especially when Ethan had been instructed to be on his best behavior tonight. But he had played his team's little game for long enough, and he had a strong suspicion that wasn't going to last much longer. "Because you are very very wise, Al." He mused right back and snagged a shot for himself.

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 fashionably late and did the social interaction that she had to, and a small talk here and there, but it was time to get some drink. Also, in her plans, she wanted to find a quiet area in the place, to relax and talk to some of her close friends. The night was fun. Or she could feel that something might happen. Once she passed by the counter of the bar, she was surprised to see her neighbor offering a drink. ❛ Ethan… Why am I scared? ❜ She jests, as she picked one of the drinks from the line.

#allegra ricci #cape.event:002

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Ethan didn’t even get a chance to set the now half empty bottle of tequila back down when someone had taken him up on his offer. Both brows shot up at the brunette immediately and a smirk curled to the edges of his jawline. He didn’t have to say anything out loud; the look of sheer amusement plastered all over his face said it all. Ethan sure as hell wasn’t expecting that kind of performance. 

But even a dumb jock like him could appreciate a swiftly executed shot when he saw it, and a low chuckle escaped him. He held up his own shot and tilted it slightly in the air towards the brunette in a celebratory cheers. “Well shit, alright. I'll drink to that.” Ethan nodded before pounding back some tequila alongside her.

"Fuck it." As the shot was offered to her, Agnes only hesitated for half a second before reaching out and taking hold of the shot glass. "Skål!" Another half second later, she was downing the tequila, feeling its warmth burn its way down her throat. It had been a long time since she'd taken a shot. In fact, the last time had been at that party back at university where she...

It wasn't important right now.

What was important was the fact that the brunette was slowly getting more and more comfortable with being surrounded by so many people at the birthday gala. The crowds didn't feel quite as suffocating as they had when she'd first arrived; and now, she didn't particularly mind moving away from the safe corner she'd first been occupying with Diana, Lucy, and Nora.

#Agnes Lindqvist #cape.event:002

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"Exactly what I was going for." Ethan smirked at the thought. He liked to think if he had attended an American university—or a university at all for that matter—he would have been the king of greek life instead of the pitch. "Hell yeah!" The athlete reached for a shot next before clapping a hand to the stranger's back. He was already starting to like this kid. "That's what I'm fuckin' talking about. Cheers, bro."

˙ ˖ ✶ Ethan

"The frat flashback I just had was scary," Ducky commented grabbing himself a shot glass. His dusty rose tux catching a few eyes, and feeling proud as he made it himself for the occasion. "Here's to waking up in a stranger's bed tonight and having him fly me across the world or something," he said in jest. "And to my boss not finding out I'm here cause I took a sick day instead of working on the project I was assigned."

#ducky birrani #cape.event:002

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There was something about being called out on his chaotic energy that brought Ethan an odd sense of pride and the urge to incriminate himself further. "What can I say? It's a gift." Ethan teased with a haphazard shrug, hand still wrapped lazily around the neck of the tequila bottle. He hoist it straight up in the air in a salute to the birthday girl then took a generous swig straight from the bottle. "Does it look like it?" He winked. The smirk that followed was a shameless one, knowing full well that with his partner in crime around there was not a chance in hell that he'd be able to stay on his best behavior tonight. "Just don't tip off TMZ or anything." He joked.

the night so far had been spent making small conversation with various strangers. salem had been hoping to run into one of her good friends sooner rather than later, the party just not being the same without someone to get into some trouble with. she was by the bar waiting for her apple martini when she heard the mans voice. she chuckled to herself and turned around to find ethan with numerous shots. she knew she couldn't stay bored for too long. "why is that somehow you're always the most chaotic person in the room?" unfazed at his antics at this point in their friendship. she took one of the tequila shots and held it up. "to heather i guess..." she said before quickly taking the shot, her face slightly turning at the tasted of the alcohol. she shook her head and placed the glass down. "please tell me you're not on your best behavior tonight? we could be absolutely obnoxious together.""

#salem west #cape.event:002

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Ethan glanced over to see who had taken him up on his offer. He immediately recognized Jimmy, a small smirk beginning to unfurl against his jawline. When it came to hanging out with the drummer there were always some stupid shenanigans involved, not to mention some silly competition they usually found themselves wrapped up in. And Ethan sure as hell could use a little excitement.

"Yo, Blaese. Lookin' sharp." He reached out to shake the other man's hand, noting his fuchsia get up. If Ethan had it his way he would have opted for something way less stuffy than the monkey suit his team had forced him into. "Hell yeah, help yourself." He waved towards his handiwork then set the bottle down trading it off for one of the freshly poured shots of tequila. 

A mischievous glint flickered deep within his irises as he tossed back his own shot back in one quick motion. "Bet these bad boys don't last us more than another couple minutes. Should we make this interesting?"

Jimmy definitely felt a tad out of place being in some a glamorous mansion for such a fancy event. But he decided to wear a statement making fuschia suit with a black shirt understand, his grandfather's pinky ring, and a nice black watch. Along with pink tinted sunglasses, he felt ready to party. He arrived fashionably late and handed the keys to his car to one of the valet attendants.

After greeting some friends, Jimmy made his way to the bar. He thought how no good party happened without some alcohol. What he was in the mood for was a whole different story. He knew the Dupont Moreaus would have top shelf everything and figured once he got to the front he'd make a quick decision and decide right then and there.

As he got closer to the bar, he could see someone who looked familiar but he was still too far away. But just as he was about to order once got to the front, he immediately recognized the voice. Turning to his left, "Ah Mr. Wood. How's it going?" He offered a hand to shake. Noticing a line of shot glasses, Jimmy clocked an eyebrow. "Tequila huh? Don't have to twist my arm. Don't mind if I do" he replied as he picked up the small glass and taking the shot in one mouthful, feeling the liquor warm his throat.

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#Jimmy Blaese #cape.event:002

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Ethan cocked his head to the side, intrigued by the little game the woman at the bar had suggested to him. His brow shot up next, and he eyed his handiwork. "Oh come on. There's never too many shots." Ethan mused, talking a big game as always. But she had his attention now, and the athlete pressed the tequila bottle back down to the countertop to pass one of the shots over to the brunette with an unfurling smirk. "You just miss 100% of the shots you don't take."

Diana found a sweet spot at the bar while Lucy and the gangle of girls went about to play some games. She had already bothered JJ when she sat in one of his classes and now had taken residency at the bar stool. She was just glad she was left alone for a bit, it started to feel like she was being babysat. It wasn't until Ethan's voice pierced through her concentration that she turned her head and saw the guy looking spiffy. Though, it was a no brainer since he was one of those celebrities that needed to stand out. Which, she couldn't blame him for honestly. Watching as he tipped the bartender she chuckled into her glass of a Black Dahlia JJ had just made her. "Can make it a game too. How many shots does it take to make it too many shots you know?"

#diana battaglia #cape.event:002

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Ethan spun around to find that a familiar brunette had saddled up beside him. He immediately pumped a fist in the air, rejoicing in Dani's arrival. She always did seem to catch him just at the exact right moment: when the shots were being poured. A smirk returned to him and he nodded, a bit too satisfied with the nickname she had given him. “Oh, Sandy my darlin'!” He hollered back doing his best John Travolta impression. All he needed now was a leather jacket and drive-in. “Guess I got a sixth sense or some shit.” He shrugged playfully, helping himself to one of the shots and raising it. “Cheers. To a hell of a night, yeah?”

there were a lot of celebration going on tonight - heather's birthday, which dani has cheers'd to a couple of times tonight but she also celebrating finishing up an important and successful work project and she was finally on a work break. the woman moved through the residence with no destination in mind. as she entered the bar area, it was almost as though ethan let out a call specifically for her. " oof, bless your heart, zuko. " a reference to their epic drunken karaoke night. " don't have to tell ME twice. it's like you knew i was in the room, " she laughed, claiming one of the shot glasses for herself. raising her glass towards him, " cheers ! "

#dani de la paz

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From the looks of it, Ethan wasn't the only one with the right idea, eying the drink his buddy had already secured with a nod of approval. "Hell yeah, J-man. There we fuckin' go!" The athlete cheered back at him, pumping a fist in the air. He clapped a hand to his little buddy's back in a friendly greeting next, making room for him and ushering him over towards the bar area he had commandeered and his freshly poured out shots.

Ethan lifted his own shot then clinked his glass to Jules’ before throwing it back. It burned his insides, and he welcomed the feeling, shaking his head in instant relief as the liquor dropped into the pit of his stomach. "You havin' a good night, bro?" Ethan asked, pressing the now empty shot glass back down to the countertop. "I know I got some catching up to do."

While Jules had never been much of a gambler, he would never miss out on a good party. Plus, the opportunity to dress to impress? He was definitely happy to be there. He'd managed to keep up a good strut for a while, flashing the fancy clothes and rings along with his signature good-natured, goofy smile. He'd won a single game of poker (don't ask him how many he'd played), and planned on riding that high for the next couple hours.

One of the best parts about this party in particular was the easy access to alcohol. Jules never turned down a drink, and so every time he heard the words "can I get you something," he couldn't just say no, now could he? With a drink in hand, he turned to the individual who shouted to grab a shot, and Jules raised his drink in the air with a cheer.

"My man!" He shouted, reaching with his free hand to pick up a shot. He almost knocked it back, before taking a second glance at Ethan and nodding, raising the shot in a quick toast before bringing it to his lips. Ah, tequila. The greatest of the liquors.

#jules ainsley #cape.event:002

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ETHAN WOOD || closet → casino royale gala ←

he sports a custom Tom Ford tuxedo and tie-bow which he inevitably ditches at some point in the evening, allowing his gold chain to peek through. a rolex, golden cuff links, and a pair of black oxfords complete the look in addition to a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.

#cape.event:002-task #cape.event:002

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Casino Royale || Open @capemaystarters

Ethan strode through the DuPont Moreau estate, sporting a single breasted charcoal tuxedo, deemed by his publicist a look worthy of a gentleman– or rather the illusion of one. It was exactly the angle he and his team were going for: smart and classic, perfect for schmoozing with the curated list of individuals his team had encouraged him to mingle and play Blackjack with, a small insurance policy that at least some portion of the evening would be spent on semi-decent behavior.

But all work and no play was hardly the Ethan Wood way, and custom Tom Ford could only mask so much for so long.

It was only a matter of time before the athlete took over one of the bar areas and slipped the bartender a couple hundreds to make up for the antics that would follow. He reached over the countertop, retrieving as many miniature glasses as he could manage, then arranged them hastily in a line. He quickly poured a generous dose of the closest liquor he could find in each, tequila.

“Alright–” Ethan shouted to nobody in particular. “Grab a shot!”

#cape.event:002 #cape.starter #i ramble no need to match length

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A down right criminal smirk tugged at the corner of Ethan’s lip unable to pass up the opportunity to mess around with her. "Damn right I could, but come on Marilyn was fit as all hell." He teased, the whole point of her comment going completely over that thick, dunderheaded skull of his. All the British footballer knew was that Marilyn Monroe was considered a bombshell, and that he probably needed a crash course in American history.

His teasing expression faltered as he leaned back slightly, thoughts fixed on birthdays past. "Believe or not, I wasn't really in the mood for celebrating this year..." He admitted with a haphazard shrug. After everything that had happened at the World Cup and his career hanging in the delicate balance of it all, his birthday only seemed to serve as a painful reminder that another couple months had passed by, and Ethan still wasn't back on the team yet.

"You're shittin' me, right?" He gawked at her, his wallowing short lived. There was even a twinge of sarcasm in his tone. It seemed that seeing Henriette after all these years had managed to pull him out of his birthday funk, even if he didn't deserve it. "Tom is a god, but give me Hardy over Cruise any day. The Warrior, best movie hands down."

"Alright, please. One verse." Ethan complied, peering down at Henriette as he wrapped his arm around her. "One teeny tiny verse." He added in for good measure.

"in this relationship, i'm your jackie. not your marilyn. if you want a girl to sing and dance for you, i'm sure you can find one." henriette rolls her eyes at him, running a hand up and down his arm in a way that is undeniably intimate. the last time she had been open and free, she'd given her heart to him - only to have it shattered as neither of them had been ready for such a deep and lasting connection. the promise of not ruining the friendship had held up for the most part. the old patterns were already starting to fall into place - though she would swear that the walls were fortress locked. she could never pretend with him. "i know it's not the parties of yore, but there was too much cocaine in ibiza to sooth my parents. now, i can promise you cupcakes, and a movie, and my glowing personality. do you have any requests? please don't make me watch another tom cruise sin on humanity." "it's more like your fifth birthday than your twenty-fifty." if she remembered correctly, the latter had involved her being topless on a yacht in st. tropez and 400 rubber ducks. all of that weekend was a bit fuzzy. "i will sing one verse, in italian, if you ask very nicely." her voice is soft, almost girlish, as she rests her chin on his shoulder.

#henriette grimaldi

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Ordinarily, Ethan treated his birthday like a national holiday complete with a week's worth of celebrations, booze, women, and of course fireworks, a shit ton of fireworks. But this year was different—quieter—sentenced to spend the big day in small town Jersey instead of in his beloved hometown surrounded by his best mates, and those bastards knew how to throw one hell of a rager, one all the tabloids wanted a piece of.

But much to the dismay of media outlets around the globe, Ethan Wood just really wasn't in the mood for celebrating this year. 

"I guess birthdays can count as cheat days." He shook his head at Henriette, unable to conceal the slight curl to his lip at her gesture. Not many could so effortlessly chip away at Ethan's tough guy exterior. However, there were a few unlucky souls, and the Princess of Monaco just so happened to be one of them.

"Oh hell yes, you got to sing for me, Hen." His brow was quirked in amusement, her hand now slipping around his bicep as if he had never pushed it away all those years ago. "If I'm getting dragged out here, then I want the full royal treatment."

"i brought you a cupcake. it has stars and carbs. i'm hoping that the two cancel each other out if you're fit to yammer on about macros." henriette does not have many safe people in this world who she can be entirely herself with. ethan is one of those people. he gets to see her goofy side, her endlessly bubbly side, her human side. if she was here, spending his birthday with him, she wasn't in some club, getting drunk or high with a stranger. her silk pajamas flutter slightly in the wind - less restrictive and harsh than her normal clothes. the harshness of the outside far way in the safety of the private little beach alcove. "i can sing for you. you don't want me to sing for you but i can." in spite of her tone-death nature, her light french accent is musical. she sits next to him by the ocean, wrapping her arms around one of his biceps. the motion so natural - muscle memory even years later. the candle flickers in the moonlight.

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#henriette grimaldi #he's a little shit sometimes #but a lovable one I promise

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#social media #gah my first one xD

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Ethan jogged left back onto the street, already having completed a couple miles on the beach and was on his way back home when a bump to his shoulder broke his focus. "Woah, watch where you're going!" His response was automatic, programmed to react first and think later. On instinct, his jaw clenched before getting a chance to properly analyze the situation. Upon a second glance, it all seemed innocent enough, and the last thing the professional athlete needed was another headline about his unruly temper. "Yeah, whatever." He quickly amended. "All good, you?"

Open Starter: @capemaystarters Location: Walking Around Downtown

Jayden had just gotten back from their 5th headlinibg tour in the past couple of years but he loves taking walks when he returns home because it clears his head. The male began to look around and taking in the sites of Cape May with a huge smile on his face before he bumped into someone on accident. "Shit, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" He had asked making sure they are okay."

#Jayden Hanson

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A wicked smirk dangled off the corner of Ethan’s lips as he snagged his second shot, smug as all hell, and completely pleased with himself and his theatrics. The best part was that there was still more to come. He downed the freshly poured tequila in one swift motion, and then set it down on the table with more force than intended. "Fuck yeah. Ricky and these moves are gunna have to wait then." He stood up and demonstrated by pumping a fist in the air then wiggling his hips, a mischievous glint in her eye at Dani's new idea. "Gotta go with a classic then, yeah? "Ethan suggested as the previous act finished up, freeing up the mic for them. He leaned over to tell the DJ to play Grease's You're the One that I Want. "Let's show 'em how it's done."

green eyes rolled at his theatrics, puckering her lips at the man, mocking. she turned her head towards the stage as the familiar Spice Girls song began to sound through the speakers. " it took a lot of therapy, i'd say " she quipped, her gaze shifting back to ethan and the waiter. dani gave them a smile as they took their order and walked away. " oh ! " she exclaimed, leaning forward in her seat, elbows resting on the table, " i'm gonna hold you to that. i'm expecting more than the sprinkler or shopping cart. " she winced as the men on stage screeched the higher notes of 'gotta get with my friends' - shaking her head. " fuck, an injured cat would sound way better than them " grabbing her second shot and downing it quickly then placing it on the table and perking up in her seat, " - oh my god ! we have to do a duet too. "

#dani de la paz #for some reason grease always comes to my mind when duets are involved lol #but if you have a better duet idea I can edit!