“Okay!” Olive clapped their hands together as they approached the person, not bothering to check if they were in the middle of something or if they even knew them. The exhilaration of the night paired with the few drinks they’d already had during and before arriving was getting too them too soon. “Here’s my plan. I really want a picture on top of the Ferris Wheel but the guy I came here with is nowhere to be found and I think this is the only moment the line is going to be short enough for me to wait. So, what do you say? We can wait together, take a picture, then we can —- we can do whatever you want after that or I can split and never speak to you again. It’s cool.” 

Masquerade Ball is approaching and I derno if I’m going anymore. Another 40 out of my pocket. Kinda want to relax and chill on the three day weekend too. Maybe go Disneyland. HAHAHA.

But it’s apparently the “prom” of the club so everyone’s running around looking for dates. And if you don’t have a date, just remember… YOU’RE AN INDEPENDENT BOWL OF RICE WHO DON’T NEED NO SIDEDISH.