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[color=#cccccc]When Brent had settled into his room, he had intended to relax for a bit and unwind from the long drive. He had intended to take a shower -- well, more like a bath. Brent Walsh was more of a luxurious, bubble bath kind of guy. If he followed through that, he’d also order some room service, though it would only be a small amount of food. Something homey like a cucumber salad or something healthy like, but he couldn’t get rid of the excess excitement he felt. His energy levels were off the charts and the only thing on that list of things he planned on doing from the time he set foot in his room to when it was time to start getting ready for the cocktail party was order room service.[/color]

[color=#cccccc]And hot damn! The cucumber salad was ...not what he expected. He was used to gluttonous feasts with decent portions, but out here in rich folk land, in an ironic twist, Brent discovered the cooking staff here believe less is more. That wasn’t to say his salad was bad; in fact, he enjoyed it, but Brent would be lying if he said he didn’t wish there was just a bit more.[/color]

[color=#cccccc]The man sat in one of the chairs that sat in front of the huge 3D television in his room. He found himself flipping through some of the local channels. To a lot of brief disappointment, most of what he saw were infomercials about the resort. He decided there wasn’t much use continuing down this particular path of casual viewing and turned it off. Brent quickly checked his phone and nearly gasped out loud when he saw it was almost seven. With just an hour to get ready, Brent scrambled as he moved large legs.[/color]

[color=#cccccc]And he spent the next twenty minutes taking a quick shower. Again, he opted out of relaxing. Father Time had been cruel to his favorite son by not allowing him the sense of awareness to jump into the tub earlier. Such was the fate of the overly-excited.[/color]

[color=#cccccc]Brent washed what needed to be washed and soon found himself wrapped up in a towel. As he brushed his teeth, he did the same to his hair with the other hand. In quick succession, three minutes later, Brent’s hair was brushed as back as it could, his mouth smelled like cinnamon, and a quarter cup of Listerine mouthwash was spat out into the sink. Brent quickly jelled his hair, making it as slick as he felt every time he gave himself a pep talk in the mirror.[/color]

[color=#808000]“You can do this! First time back with everyone in ten years. Your boys are there, all of your friends, and..”[/color][color=#cccccc] He trailed off, his hand slowly stroking his gelled hair back. [/color][color=#808000]“You got this, Brent Diego Santiago-Walsh! This is going to be [i]your[/i] weekend! It's now or never!”[/color]

[color=#cccccc]He continued doing that for a couple of more minutes. His brother often told him that it was good to hype yourself up before any big party, so he did that every time he was about to head out for a party. And when Brent was finished, he slipped into the required outfit that was so recommended -- well, more than just recommended but Brent wasn’t going to focus on the forcefulness of it. Instead, he eyed himself in the bathroom mirror, looking himself over before giving the man he saw the nod of approval. [color=808000]“You are ready to rock it!”[/color][/color]

[color=#cccccc]Brent was wearing [url=https://i.imgur.com/5uUgUz9.jpg]jeans and a red buttoned-up-shirt[/url], as well as a [/color][url=https://i.imgur.com/sWmlsOq.jpg]cornflower blue dress jacket[/url][color=#cccccc] over it. He had a knack of either going full-on casual or full-on formal, but since there was very little wiggle room for him to do what he usually did for social events, he had to adhere to the obnoxious rules that unbearable Amanda put in place.[/color]

[color=#cccccc]As he left his room and made his way to the party area, even before Brent [i]arrived[/i] he heard the salsa music and he broke into a groove, embodying the spirit of the Spanish as his grand entrance was him twirling around somewhat. When his eyes met the actual area, his fists were pumping, his heart racing, and out came a sudden battlecry that was essentially him screaming [/color][b][color=#808000]“WOOHOO!”[/color][/b][color=#cccccc] as loudly as he could.[/color]

[color=#cccccc]Brent Walsh, the former fat kid of Kings Academy had arrived and he had scanned the room for a certain someone. To a sudden dip in excitement, he didn’t see her but the best consolation prize ended up being two of the best friends, though the ones that he saw were the only two that weren’t speaking. [/color]

[color=#cccccc][i][color=808000]Well this is going to be awkward.[/color][/i] He mused to himself. Brent wasn’t sure how any of this was going to play out. Would they make up? Would they try and sabotage each other’s good time? Will history repeat itself? As he thought about that, Brent put that on the backburner for now. He was here. He was about to be surrounded by all of his former classmates (though those he couldn’t stand wasn’t exactly favorable to him right now). He just had to focus on those he liked. Luckily for him, a handful of them were already here.[/color]

[color=#cccccc]...And Grayson was with them. Brent remembered that his oldest friend had a lot of enemies and most of them seemed to be of the opposite sex. Brent felt like he should save him but it looked like he was in the middle of something important. So he opted for the spectator role, for the time being, to which had him cruising over to where Jace had positioned himself.[/color]

[color=#808000]“Eyy Mr. Russo!”[/color][color=#cccccc] Brent joked, taking a seat opposite of his friend. [/color][color=#808000]“Glad to see you made it man. How was your trip here? I ended up taking the scenic route myself. Over four hours of driving from my home in Palms. So worth the trip man. The sights to see is something everyone should do at least once in their life!”[/color]

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