Freedom Arms | Saturday

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy was back behind the counter, feet up and magazine open on his lap. This place, above all else, was boring sometimes. There was always something to do where he'd come from, always some fire to put out but here, it was just slow and lazy.

He sighed and turned a page.

[Open, no OCD]

Homecoming Dance 2015, Town Hall, Saturday Evening

[not_a_moonie]

This year's Homecoming had an autumn forest theme, and as such it was more natural than certain dances in years past. The tables bore pumpkin centerpieces, and bales of hay occupied the corners. Garlands of autumn leaves had been twined around everything that would hold a garland, and some of the waiters were dressed as forest creatures. (A few of the others were dressed like 'Pumpkin Spice,' which translated to short orange dresses, big hair, and a habit of answering questions with 'zig-a-zig-ah.' It was better not to talk to them.)

There was still plenty of glitter despite the theme. It had a way of creeping in around the edges.


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