skankbritt:
Brittany scowled as she leaned against the wall of the gym, letting her eyes graze over the crowds. She hated school dances and every time she ended up at one, she wondered why the hell it was a good idea. Spotting a familiar face walk by, Brittany smirked to herself.
“I wouldn’t bother with the punch. It tastes like shit, even without being spiked. There’s bottles stashed in the bathrooms. At least drunk losers are fun to watch.”
Jane chuckled, shaking her head at Brittany. “I wasn’t even going to bother with the punch. I believe someone promised to attempt vanilla vodka.” Jane said as she leaned against the wall beside Brittany. “Honestly, you look bored as fuck, Brittany.”












