Rachel had sort of kept to herself for a while at the after-party. The game was so much fun, and was really that taste of the “college experience” she’d been hoping for. Chatsworth was a whole different level though - the Blackfords came from money, sure, but this was real money. She was in awe at the stuff she was seeing. Rachel had been primarily keeping to herself for the first few months - she’s heard that the first semester of college was always the hardest and she wanted to make sure that she was keeping up good grades but it wouldn’t hurt to indulge a little, right? This tent was so cool looking. She had circled around the bumper car track a few times and had now found a home by one of the concession booths, sipping out of a Sprite - she was still an underage baby, and wouldn’t dream of getting a fake ID - lightly swaying to the music. She decided on getting a little bit closer to the entertainment, fighting against a crowd of wild dancers while trying to keep her snack from accidentally spilling her drink onto someone; she’d probably die of embarrassment if she did. But people still kept knocking into her, and while the drink was fine, she was jostled right into the back of another student, and grabbed onto their shoulder for balance. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she shouted over the music. “Are you alright? I think I accidentally flat tired your shoe, that’s the worst!” *// @chatsworthinfo
