Leo rubbed her eyes as she made her way through crowds of her peers and alumni, all giggling and shrieking while music blared around her. Somewhat of a cross between a dream and nightmare; the colors were but that of a sweet fantasy, yet the control -- or lack thereof -- she had over it made it reminiscent of nothing short of an incubus. Leo finally waddled over to her best friend at the “shooting range”, not bothering to put on a cheery expression -- there was no use in faking it when it came to Cecily. Besides, eight shots of liquor later, she wasn’t even sure how convincing her acting skills would be at this point anyway. “Yo, Ces,” Leo greeted before burying her head in her friend’s shoulder, “I think I might be, like, dying… or something.” @cvcilys
