Where: The Vixen Den Date: Friday, January 11th Time: 8:13 PM Status: Closed to @girlgoddessmars
It still feels a little strange to walk off campus to get to the Vixen Den during daylight hours. Over the years, it’s a place Sterling’s ventured to primarily for the purpose of attending parties, and not much else; usually the walk over is characterized by a slight haze of pregame alcohol and the company of other Foxes, and he’s certainly made the trip back when drunk and worse for wear, but walking there when the sun is still out is off-putting.
Walking there after going out of his way to get a slushee and having to carry it all the way back is just plain annoying. But it’s easier than trying to buy an ounce around campus.
He knows better than to knock on the front door of the Den and passes through without paying any mind to anyone who spots him on the way to Mars and Patch’s room. A perfunctory knock, and he’s pushing into the room without hardly a beat between, and the announcement that, “They were out of strawberry Pocky so I got you the regular kind, because the green tea suck and I wouldn’t do that to you.” He glances up from sipping his own slushee - a combination of two different colors that’s melting faster than he’d like - and slides his backpack off, and the telltale crinkle of chip bags rustles from inside. “What we smoking?”