Glancing over at the bar she noticed that the bar sold both alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks. There were cozy artisan sofas and for the truly gifted Persian floor pillows where many of the art students in her photography and art seminar classes got to sit at.

Finding an empty chastise near the Persian floor pillows she glanced around and noted many of the people in her art classes were dancing and chatting and having a grand time.

She had on her way called to get permission to shot photos and the owner eagerly agreed giving her the condition that she must not be a hindrance.

Ordering a Shirley Temple, her favorite drink, Vivienne started to unpack her camera right as Triage and Clarimonde came to sit at the floor pillows. Triage noticed her and got up to talk with her surprisingly.

‘Hey, how’s it flowin’’ Triage had changed into a pink punk dress with her cleavage nearly busting out of the top of it. She glittered as she swayed slightly to the music.

‘What?’

‘How are you?’ Putting it into lame men’s terms.

‘Fine how’s it…flowin’’ Trying to sound hip.

‘Yea, that’s right. Are you all right? We tried to save you from that asterbay.’

‘Asterbay?’

‘Basterd in pig Latin? So we don’t get in trouble at school.’

At that Vivienne was yanked away from the comfortable sofa and was dragged over to the Persian floor pillows with other classmates who probably had no clue what her name was. Lounging around was Artemis Batptiste the governor’s daughter and a very talented painter. Lieu and Kieu Stover who were very beautiful and part of triplets. Also Enid Remington the prettiest unpopular girl besides Triage and Clarimonde.

‘This is Arts, Lieu, Kieu and Ennie. Ladies this is Rune.’

She was about to correct her but Triage said, ‘We think that you have a secret so we’re going to call you Rune.’ A look of pure terror came over her face. She was absolutely about to fall over when Triage said, ‘Don’t worry, it’s a good thing.’ Calming down, she figured that they couldn’t have known that it was her name.