Revel Marshall

Now this was what Revel called a party. Dang this place had gone all out and she was living for it. The atmosphere was amazing and knowing that the slinky dress she was wearing would most definitely not get parental approval made things even better. Flipping her braids back over her shoulder on the one side, Revel slid into a gap between a couple of people at the bar, not really paying attention to who she was stood next to. “Vodka martini please,” she ordered.