Misty waltzed out of her last and favorite class of the day: Material Science. Now that a week of trudging along, listening to old people rattle on and on about things she didn't really care about was over, she finally had the opportunity to spend time with people she disliked less.

[color=82ca9d]"Hey Misty! Are you going to Derrick's party tonight?"[/color]

	Misty rolled her mind's eye; the annoying figurehead of eternal peppiness called Tammy once again decided to broach her personal bubble, sporting her signature puke-green bow. And not only was she intruding on her personal space, but she was stepping on the browallias that sprung up wherever Misty walked. Sure, they evaporated after she traveled ten feet, but it was still a really uncool thing to do. Misty quickly switched the flowers to roses in hopes that the thorns would end up pricking her along the way.

[color=6ecff6]"I've got other plans this weekend, so I'm gonna have to pass!"[/color] A wink accompanied the rejection.

[color=82ca9d]"Whaaaaaaat?? Come on, you're, like, the life of the party!"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Nnnnnope! Like I said, plans!"[/color]

[color=82ca9d]"Don't tell me you're hanging out with that popsicle loser again. Look, if you're strapped for cash, plenty of people there would buy—"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"I~ Have~ Plans~!"[/color] Misty replied in the singsongy way only she could. [color=6ecff6]"Besides, I've got my fill of partying for the week; ask me next time!"[/color] With her final response, she jogged away backwards, waving at Tammy.

[color=82ca9d]"At least come to Matt's next week, okay??"[/color]

	Misty brandished two thumbs-up and turned around swiftly before she materialized roller skates onto her feet and kicked off the ride downtown, weaving in and out of the slow-moving traffic. After a series of shortcuts, car honks, and making faces at drones, she rolled up to her black hole of time, the Twin Star Bar. She let her skates disintegrate beneath her feet as she climbed the sharp concrete stairs and approached the entrance. Strolling into the building like it was her thousandth time there, which, granted, wasn't all that far off, she summoned from the ether a custom embroidered bar stool with a pink leather seat in the empty spot left for her.


[color=6ecff6]"Heeeeeeyyy!"[/color] Misty leaned over the bar and flashed Violet an ear-to-ear grin. [color=6ecff6]"Give me the sweetest stuff you've got."[/color]