The dance was pretty boring so far, or Remy was boring… it was hard to say. All the excitement building up to the night, and all she wanted to do was go to bed and listen to some very loud music. It was a phase, okay? A small glimmer of hope appeared when she saw the photo booths. Such a perfect opportunity to fill her diary with photos of her closest friends.

Ah, there was a friend!

Remy made a beeline for Atlas after catching him while he was alone, with a pair funky photo booth props in tow. He was easy to approach as Remy knew that he also came without a date. Some she would say that THEY should have come as each other’s dates, but that was just whatever at this point.

She popped a purple feather boa on his head and then wrapped herself up in a yellow scarf. “Perfection.” Remy beamed. “Not busy, are you? Let’s go to the photo booths over there,” she pointed.