✩░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟑𝟏𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩
An endless sea of people congregate on the dancefloor, alcohol swirling through their veins and bass pumping through their chests. Devon sips on expensive whiskey at the bar, engaging in friendly chatter with a handsome, unfamiliar guy. It was a game she indulged in from time to time, talking to rich men and coaxing them into buying her drinks. Occasionally, she went home with them, but left well before sunrise, ghosting them. It was her form of fun, she could dress up, spend hours getting ready and once she arrived at the club all her drinks would be paid for. Tonight was no different, her little black dress garnered her spectators and of course, whiskey. As she found herself acquainted with this man, her plan moved along smoothly and soon he called for his driver, indicating that they’d be leaving soon. Devon brushed up next to him, a seductive gleam in her eyes, reaching for his hand. The man was practically wrapped around her finger, his eyes and the way he looked at her sold him out. Slowly, the night dwindles and they both leave in their drunken state, hands dancing over each other’s skin before even making it to the car.
✩░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝐬𝐭, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩
Gentle rays of sun peek through the blinds, falling upon Devon’s face. Her eyes open immediately, both her head and heart pounding from last night’s festivities. A wave of nausea rushes over her as she sits up frantically, causing her to clench her stomach. Quickly, she springs up from the bed, locating her clothes and running for the bathroom. There, she splashes her face with cold water and begins dressing herself before exiting the building. The streets bustle with typical urban life, and in no time, Devon books a cab back to her apartment.
Once home, she began preparing herself a bath, setting out her dress and lavish accessories, and obviously stopping to stare at herself in the mirror. The clock was ticking and the fear of being late for the speeches had set in. To distract herself, she played music and lit a candle as she carefully submerged into the tub filled with rose petals. She put eye masks on to try and mask her hungover state, and within the confines of the tub, she practiced meditations, helping her to feel renewed. As she felt herself drifting away into a slumber, she grabbed her towel and began to make her way out of the bathroom. Her sister, Daphne had sent her a dress, a dark pink gown that fit her figure like a glove. Devon felt the excitement brewing inside of her, all she needed was to do her hair and she’d be on her way.
The greetings and headmaster’s speech had her sitting restlessly in anticipation for the main event. The disappearance of Miles North was only sort of concerning and she couldn’t let the news put a hold to her fun. After all, the champagne flutes in the ballroom awaited her presence. Some time had passed and finally the ball was in full swing, which meant that it was time to get drunk once again. As the servers passed around, Devon skillfully took a glass from the tray with her gloved hand, careful as to not let it slip, her index finger wrapped around the tip of the flute with a distinguished charm. Her eyes scanned the room and she took a deep breath in, closing her eyes to savor the moment. With a single step back, she’d unknowingly stepped her heel into someone’s shoe. A man stood behind her, dressed with immaculate style, “Well first, I’ll have to apologize for stepping on your shoe”, she began, staring him down from head to toe. “Then, I’ll have to compliment you on that outfit”, she giggled. At first she didn’t recognize the man but upon studying his features, Devon felt a sense of familiarity. “I’ve met you before haven’t I? My brain must be fried from all this champagne”.
@eunoia - Oggy (finally done lmao)