Table in Dorm Lobby, Monday All Day
Alana didn't get why she had to sell tickets for a dance she wasn't even allowed to go to, but whatever. She was putting it down as yet another random rule.
It was nice to be worried about rules and not about rampaging trolls, anyhow.
A tie-dyed cloth had been draped over the table to suggest the year's theme, and the glittery box for prom court votes held a place of pride upon it. As for Alana, she was leaning back in her chair and flipping through a Vonnegut novel in between visitors. Evan's taste in books wasn't half-bad.
It was nice to be worried about rules and not about rampaging trolls, anyhow.
A tie-dyed cloth had been draped over the table to suggest the year's theme, and the glittery box for prom court votes held a place of pride upon it. As for Alana, she was leaning back in her chair and flipping through a Vonnegut novel in between visitors. Evan's taste in books wasn't half-bad.