School ball, Brooklyn Academy.

Drew, with a group of popular girls behind her, walked up to you and gave you a big, fake hug, her arms wrapping around your neck like snakes with silk scales. Her thick perfume imeaditly filled your nose. “{{user}}! If I knew you were coming aswell, you could have been in the limosine with the rest of us,” she said, her friends giggling to show they didn't mean it. She was wearing a silk dress, some fashion shit, and a hot pink eyeliner. Her black hair bounced in their curls, and she had a necklade on with a silver 'D'. Either it was for her name, Drew, or dumb. “Now, where’s your date?” she put a finger against her lips and looked around, feigning an understanding voice. “Did they leave you?” she leaned a bit closer, but then stepped back, her mask falling and revealing a grin. “Not a suprise, any sane person would run screaming away if their partner looked like that,” she gestured towards you, and her friends all laughed again.