Winter Social - Friday, December 9th (open to all)
The events committee pulled off a rather impressive decorating scheme given their limited budget this year. Old silver and blue candles lit every alcove, sparkled above students heads as the floated around the ceiling. A spell created snow that fell among the candles and dissipated just as it reached the shoulders of the students partying below.
Recycled ribbons and streamers in a wintery palette draped on the walls, off the back of chairs and the small stage that graced the far end of the ballroom. Tables were draped with cloths in various shades of icy blue, some silver, some pristine white (at least until the students managed to spill their beverages).
Music hummed in the corner as a local cover band warmed up their instruments. The usual spot for photographs was set up just inside the doors. Professors wandered around the periphery, making sure the students were on their best behavior, though as these things usually ended up, the students were a lot better at misbehaving than their professors were at stopping them.
Recycled ribbons and streamers in a wintery palette draped on the walls, off the back of chairs and the small stage that graced the far end of the ballroom. Tables were draped with cloths in various shades of icy blue, some silver, some pristine white (at least until the students managed to spill their beverages).
Music hummed in the corner as a local cover band warmed up their instruments. The usual spot for photographs was set up just inside the doors. Professors wandered around the periphery, making sure the students were on their best behavior, though as these things usually ended up, the students were a lot better at misbehaving than their professors were at stopping them.
"I don't know," Luka replied. "You're certainly not helping."
Thorn turned his head and scanned the crowd. "Looks like she got cornered by one of my ladies."
That's when Luka decided he had to know, even if he never wanted to know. "So the rumors going round?"
"Oh fuck. Yeah, dude. We never got to talk at Spanksgiving." He peered around and lowered her voice. "If I'm being honest, I kind of think Cinna's using me to get to Abby and I'm not going to lie, I don't mind at all."
The sound of disgust that Luka made was entirely priceless, enough to make a freshman spill their cup of punch and start gagging.
Hawthorne's sexcapades may have just set off a chain of vomiting.
"I think we did a bad," he said and grabbed his cousin by the collar to drag him away from the scene of the crime.
"Fuck shit stack!" Thorn hollered over the various sounds of stomach heaving. "I can't get in trouble for this man; they'll kick me out for sure and I just fucking got it sorted out enough to stay next semester."
"Then you'll shut your fucking mouth and pretend you have no idea how it started. Go find one of your girlfriends to pester."
Thorn fumed at Luka, but he had a point. The less he said to anyone in a position of authority the better. He sauntered off to find someone to flirt with.