The refreshment table was a refuge of sorts, the watering hole for the buffalo and wildlife of the dance. There was the sad girls who boyfriends broke up with them the night before, the well (lets face it) uggos who no one was going to dance with and the kids who smelled slightly of garlic- much like the hippos and termites of the world. There was also the boys running to get drinks for their dates like a penguin fetches rocks and the hyena, taking notes behind her ridiculous mask. Bekka was in a good mood- no. Correction. She was in a great mood over the recent turn of events and (dare it be written?) smiled at the girl making her way over. Be prepared Quinn, you're about to hear a miracle.

"Now that? That is a dress. It's not even slutty." A pause as she checks one last box in the book. "You look good."