#norla:start

[elixmss]

imsg ✉️ open.

Eli: did you come home safe? do you need me to call an uber or someone if not?

Eli: also, since i'm recovering from nasty dark circles underneath my eyes and a headache, i'm not coming to school tomorrow.

Eli: but not to worry, it's nothing a little aromatherapy and a masseuse can't fix 😊

[hbicmarissa]

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Marissa: No win for me

Marissa: just a sad little skelton plushie

Marissa: and a hangover to come

Marissa: totally worth it though

[colinnash]

“You know, holiday drinks are all fun and games until you realize that egg nog is just melted refrigerated ice cream. That, and it originated from old milk that they curdled with wine or ale back in the day. But what’s your stance on it?” 

[tristantylers-blog]

For someone who considers events such as school dances to be something only airheads care about, Tristan finds himself uncharacteristically excited when the day approaches. Call it silly, but he considers himself a team player. And his team (Jocks and Queen Bees) were surely coming to represent and make all of the other losers feel bad. So, he takes pride in his ensemble for the evening. A subtle pinstripe pattern to his all-black suit, fedora in tow (with a silver feather to match his tie and pocket square), and a balloon tommy gun in hand, he’s the spitting image of a 1920′s character who isn’t allowed a real gun. For comedic purposes or because he’s too irresponsible and insane to be allowed to wield a real one, it’s up in the air. It’s a good icebreaker either way. 

He saunters into the gymnasium and takes in the decor, thinking the event committee perhaps went little too overboard with all of black, gold, and art deco. But nevertheless, rather than to disparage their hard work, he walks up to someone who catches his eye. 

“My, my, don’t you look dashing.”

[daxneal]

To say the least, Dax got carried away in the 1920′s theme of the night. Dressed as one part of a barber shop quartet, although really it was more like a duo. Eying someone near him, he gestured to the DJ. “Can you believe this guy? He refuses to play Glen Miller’s In The Mood remix.” Granted, it came out twenty years after the roaring twenties, Dax didn’t know that. “Play it, coward!” He said as he cupped his hands over his mouth. “If he’s a fire sign he’ll play it to spite me. Watch.” 

[natxms]

with a LOUD sigh that escaped as she felt someone’s presence beside her locker; nat simply assumed it was yet another guy wanting to ask her for the fall dance. “the answer is NO.” she abruptly said before the other had the chance to even speak. “ —and before you go on listing reasons why i SHOULD go to the dance with you, let me make it perfectly clear that even if i were desperate, starved and begging for it on a desert island that you’d still be the LAST -” she then stopped, considering she finally turned her head only to notice she was talking to the wrong person. “....and you’re not who i thought you were. shit, i’m so sorry.” 

[jessica-branham]

Coming to Dare Night was a mistake. She figured it would be easy just to stay on the sidelines and watch, but already, someone tricked her into drinking toilet water, several others tried to steal her cell phone, and a few had attempted tying her to a pole. She was in near tears, walking away from the center of the action. “I don’t know why I even bothered,” she muttered to herself.

[alyssbennett]

Alyssia sidled up behind the door of a locker, making her presence known. “So,” she started, “say I give you twenty bucks, would you write my English assignment for me?”