Forever Young
“We all met up at Café Syreni. By midnight, most of the field trials were done and everyone had a chance to get healed up and changed into their party clothes. Happily, no deaths were reported from that night and all Plebes returned a little battered and bruised, but ready to throw down. The restaurant area was closed for the night and all of the tables were pushed to the perimeter of the room to create a dance floor. A DJ was pumping out the most popular music from the American Billboards, which kind of surprised me. I guess I had assumed they all grooved to ukuleles and island music or something.
The girls were dressed to kill in short skirts and halter tops. The guys kept with the casual beach mode wearing shorts and flip flops, but some decided to "dress up" their look by wearing Polo shirts. I was disgustingly self-conscious in my jeans, t-shirt and Converse sneakers. I had never been the type to care what I wore or what others thought about what I wore but for some reason ton...ight, I felt like a clod and a complete outcast.MoreLess
The girls were dressed to kill in short skirts and halter tops. The guys kept with the casual beach mode wearing shorts and flip flops, but some decided to "dress up" their look by wearing Polo shirts. I was disgustingly self-conscious in my jeans, t-shirt and Converse sneakers. I had never been the type to care what I wore or what others thought about what I wore but for some reason ton...ight, I felt like a clod and a complete outcast.MoreLess
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