It came back to her in blurry flashes. The last thing she fully remembered was seeing Ren tossing his costume cape off, blanketing over Anna. It was a subtle moment, but the only one that was clear. She had awoken in a fog, still spinning and nauseous. Feeling the full furry of the quickly creeping hangover.<br/><br/>When had she gotten so intoxicated? Her brain pounded at the attempt to try and piece the night together. Upon awakening she quickly realized a few things; one..she had showered, two...she wasn't alone, and three...it wasn't her room. Seeing the tussled bit of red hair quickly told her who it was, Athena. There was a sigh of relief in that, happy to have it been a friend than complete stranger. It wasn't the first time she had crashed at a friends house and surely wouldn't be the last.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"The struggle is real," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Lily whined from beneath the mound of blankets, following the complaints with a series of groans. Hanging one arm off the edge of the bed she reached around for her cell. Not sensing how close to the edge she had been, the girl rolled off with a light thud. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Damn. I don't think there is enough advil in the world to help this," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she sighed, finding her phone in a mixture of clothing on the floor. Once the screen lit up she cursed under her breath at the initial text, which had been from the ballet studio - requesting new students. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"First day of dance and I'm still slightly drunk! Fantastic." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Lily couldn't help but laugh at her own situation, hoping that pirouettes wouldn't be involved. The last thing she needed was to throw up on her first day. In a matter of minutes she saw herself out, apologizing to Athena for leaving abrubtly, also mentioning they should catch up on the nights events over lunch. Curiosity plagued her, maybe her blank moments could be filled?<br/>
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Lily flung the strap of her sports bag from her shoulder, watching it hit the couch with satisfaction. It had became a common thing in the dorm, between Gordie and herself they always had some sort of sport related item laying around somewhere. She enjoyed him as a roommate as they functioned well. Their place stayed clean, food and beverage stocked, and spaces respected. Not to mention their early bird requirements never bothered one another. <br/>
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Sweat beamed from her face, neck, and chest. Her porcelain complexion still flushed from practice. Lily made her way to the kitchen to quickly chug a bottle of water. The weather was too nice to be not enjoyed, and with dance practice and classes done she was free! </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><i>Beach day it is</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">, she decided with a smile and headed for her room to change into her swimsuit. Lily slipped on a simple white sundress over the aquamarine bikini and added a pair of black flipflops, giving up on the idea of fixing her hair which seemed to always hold a beachy wave now. <br/>
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The trip to the beach was a short one. Still, she enjoyed taking her <a class="link link--external" href="http://imgur.com/a/iwmAhwd" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">longboard</a> whenever she could. On the cruise there she sent out a group text as an open invite to whoever she thought may be interested. Surely she wasn't the only one due for a beach day. Lily made her way through the pale sand, finding a spot for her things. Without prolonging she wiggled out of her dress and headed for the glistening water.<br/>
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<b>Tagging: <a class="username" data-user-id="37935" data-username="@IfIWereInYourShoes" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/37935/">@IfIWereInYourShoes</a> *group text was sent. I figured numbers were exchanged a bit by now*<br/>
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Location: beach </b></span>