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[pipermonroe-blog]

Piper confidently walked into The Conduit, feeling like herself for the first time in a while. She was wearing a tight, red dress and black pumps looking far too old for her age. This usually meant free drinks though, so she didn’t really care. The place looked amazing, much less grungy than usual and extremely bright. Everyone looked lovely and no one looked sad, this was a first for the town in a long time. 

Piper made her way to the bar to grab herself a drink and then went to sit in a vip area by herself, she didn’t really mind the loneliness it was actually quite refreshing watching everyone just be..normal. Suddenly, she heard someone walk up behind her seat, she turned her head to the side and let her voice spill out like velvet, “If you’d like to join all you have to do is ask”

[donovan-archer-blog]

The Conduit was, as usual, dressed to the nines–much like most of its occupants of the evening. He had, as usual, taken up residence by the bar with the promise of a steady stream of drinks flirted out of the bartender. It was the matter of moments before someone else had approached the bar beside him, and Donnie was smirking slyly (mostly to himself) before he even got a good look at them. “Well, hello.”

[pipermonroe-blog]

Piper slowly entered The Conduit feeling like herself, for once. She was more dressed up than she ever had been and felt good. She recognized the bar tender as one who would offer drinks to her and EJ and smiled as she walked up to him. “I’ll take my regular” she gave him a sweet smile and watched him go off to fetch it for her. She turned her head to the stranger next to her and smiled, “Hello, yourself” 

[spontaneous-spot]

The music could be heard travelling down each hallway, and the bass vibrated against the floor sending jolts to the heart. People crowded all through, stumbling and flocking to the dorm that everyone else gathered in, and the constant count down was shouted every moment. But among the people rushing, and falling over one another, a boy sat with dark hair rested against the wall behind him and his hands shaking ever so slightly.

Spot had tried to attend the party, just the same way he had attempted to make the way back to his dorm. But where ever he found himself there was the constant noise, the constant yelling of students, and the constant flashbacks. And so he quit, sitting where he was, trying to block out the surroundings.