<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=106180131)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bi-curious<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> So ready to not feel a thing<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|28|16 7PM-???<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Entering the Fray<br/><strong>Coming From:</strong> Classes<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> OPEN, it's a party! <br/></span><hr/><br/><br/>Someone said party, she showed up.  A chance to meet people, mingle and unwind.  She'd left her phone in her room and her camera.  She didn't want evidence of her shenanigans tonight.  Her artfully ripped, jean clad legs ate up the distance from sidewalk to table full of drinks where she picked up some jolly rancher shots and threw 'em back.  Good way to kick things off.  The music was pumpin' so she grabbed another shot and headed for the throng of dancing bodies.<br/><br/>Her little hips were swaying in no time as she worked her way into the crowd of dancers.  Aims didn't have a lot of skill dancing but that didn't stop her from shakin' her bootie when she felt a groove.  Some guy with greek letters on his tee tapped her on the shoulder offering her a drink and she shook her head.<strong>"No way man."</strong>She knew better than to take a drink in an open cup from someone she didn't know.  He said something that sounded like bitch and turned his attention else where.