#brazel!

Finally, some peace and quiet. Hazel strolled into the library, waving the slightest to Mrs. Winter as she passed the front desk. Last night's events kept replaying themselves in her mind like a broken record. It was unbearable. She walked past aisles of books, barely glancing at any of them until arriving at the non-fiction section. A boring book would get her mind off things.

As she walked into the massive set-up for the Gala, Bre's mouth hung slightly open. The University had done it up RIGHT - and while the dance floor, the decorations, and the lighting were all immaculate, nothing looked better than the buffet style tables covered in all kinds of deliciousness.

Oh holy fuck me, control yourself. Do NOT unhinge your jaw like a snake and eat the table itself. Be cool, Booker, be cool.

She adjusted the shawl, which was over her shoulders and upper arms covertly, her clutch in her hand. Despite a general incompetence with a lot of shoes, Bre had never had too many difficulties walking in high heels, especially the old-school ones with the thicker heels that she liked to buy. These were not so bad, a vintage pair she'd picked up at a thrift store eons ago and had worn to many a fancy occassion since. She pressed her ruby-red lips together for a moment, then glanced around to see if there was anyone she recognized present.