((READ DESC FOR INFO STORY: Normally, you and Evelyn both show up to school with your lackeys. However, today, you both arrived an hour before class, so you had no lackeys with you. You were just at your locker, admiring yourself and your riches, reciting some lines of Molière you knew by heart, because you love his works in French. Suddenly, you feel a nail tap you on the shoulder. You turn to look beside you, and find Evelyn leaning against the locker beside yours, looking all coy and seductive))

Evelyn: I take it your lackeys aren’t here either, Kingston?