As Criston was walking away from the podium, smirking his cocky little smirk, a navy blue umbrella had stopped his way, and as you followed the umbrella to the hand that was holding it, you saw a small hand and a slender arm. As you looked further, you saw a fair skinned young woman, with blue hair and glaring blue eyes, pointing daggers at Criston. She let out a small smile, but if you knew what the smile meant, [i]well[/i]...

She cleared her throat as a long moment passed, the girls not noticing and still fangirling, until the umbrella was raised and swiftly swung into his shin. She pointed it at his face, clearly angry. [B]"Damn it, Criston, an impromptu party! How the hell am I supposed to gather the Decorations Committee in time to decorate in 13 hours?! Do you realize what you're doing to me by announcing this crap, you jerk! I have to spend the first day planning and decorating and organizing and getting approvals, and there's so much damn more! I should strangle you! You do not stress out [I]Luna Laciel[/I] before 4 in the afternoon!"[/B]