[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/u4Ifn6C.jpeg[/img]
[sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img]
[color=#f0e69f][b]#f0e69f[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [url=https://cdn.lookastic.com/looks/biker-jacket-dress-shirt-tank-large-28204.jpg][color=9b9b9b][b]outfit[/b][/color][/url] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=9b9b9b][b]camp gates -> party[/b][/color]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center]
[color=darkgray]

The soft hum of the bike calmed her as it always did. Driving through the streets of Greece, she paid special attention to the sights. It wasn't often she got to travel. The farthest she had been from home was the neighboring state and that was only to try In and Out Burger because of all the hype. Newsflash: it was a good burger, but not the best she ever had. No that title was hard won by her friend Vincent, god or godess rest his soul.

She had no idea what she was walking into. Did she want to meet her parent who had basically abandoned her and forced her to survive on her own? Did she have siblings to....eugh...bond with? She wasn't about that. Any 'sibling' she was given had wanted one of three things from her. 1: money, 2: a punching bag, or 3: well let's not go there just yet.

But here she was, miles upon miles from home and off to meet the children of Greek Gods and Goddesses. All of which, she figured, would have god-sized sticks up their asses. She could only imagine the attitudes and audacity of them.

No, Roxxy, better thoughts. Perhaps there would be one or two people there who were cool. That remained to be seen in every situation she found herself in, but who knows? Perhaps she found an oasis in the desert that was douchebag.

[hr]

She pulled up to the gates and parked as best she could. She assumed no one would dare touch her bike if they valued their eyes, hands, and various innards. She walked to the gates and looked around. It was quiet, save for a low thrum of music and voices in equal measures. There was some shouting, but she couldn't make it out. She had arrived fairly late, admittedly. It was New Year's Eve, and they were throwing a party.

She walked in and noticed the bulletin board and map right away. She scanned it and saw the various attractions that were here as well as cabins. She was supposed to pick one? She saw one that she liked and, she assumed, no one chose and touched it. Then she turned to where she heard the noise. 

Ok, better late than never. Let's do this.

She walked slowly, trying to see if she could make out what people were saying. She wasn't a fan of parties and especially arriving late to one, but all she needed was some liquid courage and she would be fine. More than fine.

She arrived at the party center and took it in. Plenty of people were here; it was almost dizzying. But she saw the bar and made a beeline for it. She nodded at a few people who made eye contact with her, but she needed at least one drink in her if she was going to socialize. The bar itself appeared to be a "choose your own adventure" so she got busy. Some others were near, but she was hyper-focused. Those months of training behind the bar helped as she grabbed bottle after bottle, pouring it all into one tall glass. She quickly finished with a lemon squeeze and took a satisfying gulp. After taking a breath, she scanned the crowd.

It was like the set of some teen high school drama. Everyone hot, everyone horny. She was surprised people weren't climbing all over each other. She grabbed her drink and sat in one of the chairs, one leg over the other. 

Now she waited. If this was going to be a show, she was glad she got front row seats.

[/color]
[center][sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img]
[color=808080][b]interactions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] Anyone near the bar [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]mentions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] None[/color]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center]
[hr]
[center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/dHRmLjQwLmYwZTY5Zi5VbTlqYXlCaGJtUWdVbTlzYkNCQ1lXSjUuMA/rockybilly.regular.webp[/img][/center]