The civilian assembly was more boring than I had anticipated. Think of the single most boring thing that you could possibly imagine. Double it, add seventeen, and multiply it by infinity. Yep. Worse than that.

It was a typical address – Welcome to the school, we're glad to have you, we hope you enjoy it here, blah blah blah. I tuned out halfway through and began a game of phone tag with Tristan. In case you've never heard of phone tag, it's pretty simple. Whoever had the most contacts won. Basically, you send a signed, numbered text to anyone in your contact list. They add their initials, and their number, and pass it on. And so on and so forth until the game ends. At the end of the time, you ask for the last message, they read out the last number. Highest number wins. Easy. And besides, it was good at keeping people amused, at least for a little while.

Once the assembly finished, the civilians moved off to their dorms. Tristan was gloating about his phone tag win (two people hardly counts as a win), as Director Hargrove announced that the heroes were due to arrive in a few short minutes.

I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't excited. Truthfully, the prospect of destroying an entire group of heroes really appealed to me. Sure, it was a massive inconvenience, but it was also excellent training. It'd give me a chance to practice for my inevitable world domination, and further my legendary status among the others. Everybody knows that in this world, reputation is everything, and you take every chance you can get to build yours. Besides. There's no way that I, Holly 'Princess of Darkness' Muter was going to let a bunch of lousy heroes come into our school and make us look bad.

They of course arrived in arrogant hero style. All dressed up in formal uniforms, displaying what I can only assume they thought was their superiority. It must have been their Director's idea, to intimidate us, or something, but really. They were wearing capes. Capes. No real heroes had worn capes since like, the early 90s, even I knew that. Totally outdated.

I whispered this to Corinna. "Holly," she said, in a very stern voice. "These heroes have been through very difficult times lately. They can't help it if they look stupid and outdated in their girly 90s capes, can they?" she whispered loudly, causing the villains around us to laugh in agreement. "I mean, honestly Holly, geez. No need to be such a bitch."

I put on a fake apologetic face. "Well. I am sorry Corinna, I really am. Your words have turned me around. No longer will I make fun of these unfortunate heroes, and their lame attire and poor fashion sense. I am turning over a new leaf," I said, without bothering to lower my voice as the heroes walked down the makeshift aisle next to me. One of them glared as he walked past. I smiled and waved, before rolling my eyes and turning back to my friends.

"Sooner they're out of here, the better," Kyle growled.

Cam and Jason nodded their agreement.

"Never fear, boys," Tristan said, appearing out of nowhere as always. He slung an arm around my shoulders. "Hol's got a plan."

They looked at me curiously. "Really?"

"Yes," I said, scowling angrily at Tristan, shrugging out from under his shoulder. "And I would appreciate it if you," I poked Tristan in the chest, "did not go around advertising it."

"Why not?" Cameron asked. "You don't trust us?" He played hurt.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course I trust you. But there are heroes everywhere now, and more importantly a lot of weaker villains. You don't know who's going to turn."

He shrugged. "Fair enough. But what's this plan?"

"I'll tell you later, shush."

Corinna nudged me as a tallish, curly haired blonde boy walked past. "Hey," she whispered. "Kinda hot don't you think?"

I looked at her, fake disgust on my face. "He's a hero, Corinna. Really. Sometimes I worry about you."

She laughed. "Oh, come on Holly, you're a villain, not a nun. Admit it. He's a total hottie."

I sighed. "Okay. For a hero," I laced the word with distaste, "I guess he's not hideous looking. Happy?"

She nodded.

"Hey!" Tristan exclaimed. "You never tell me I'm not hideous looking!"

I rolled my eyes again. I knew exactly where this was going.

"Hey, me either!" Jason, Cameron and Kyle said in unison.

Tristan gasped dramatically. "You guys know what this means, right?"

I sighed deeply, as they asked him what it meant.

"It means that she's secretly a hero lover! God, I can't believe we didn't see this before! The comments about their lack of hideousness, the lack of plan for today…She's a turner! She wants to be a hero!"

He clapped his hand dramatically over his mouth, pointing at me accusingly. I could see the amusement sparkling in his grey eyes, and wanted to see just how far he would take this. I played along. When I spoke, it was a traditional denial.

"I am not a hero lover!" I defended myself.

"Are too. And we have the evidence to prove it. Hero girl."

I quickly stifled my laughter. "I swear," I proclaimed dramatically. "I don't love heroes!"

"Then prove it," he dared me. "Prove that you don't love heroes."

"How?" I asked, genuinely curious to see how he expected me to prove I didn't love heroes.

"Well, you kiss me, of course," he said simply. "I'm a villain, so, if you kiss me, I'll know you're telling the truth."

I nearly choked. That I had not been expecting.

"You want me to kiss a villain?" I asked him, challenge in my eyes.

He nodded sombrely. "It's the only way to really tell, I'm afraid."

I shrugged. "Fine." Rather than lean forward and kiss Tristan, I turned and pulled Jason down to me, kissing him passionately before letting him go.

I smiled triumphantly at the shock on Tristan's face.

"What?" I asked innocently. "Jason's as much a villain as you are. And a damn good kisser, too."

Jason laughed, throwing his arm around my shoulders. "Don't you know it. And you weren't so bad yourself."

"I do what I can," I laughed, before hugging him.

"No, but seriously dude," Jase said, looking at Tristan, "with a kiss like that she is most definitely not a hero lover."

"…I don't know whether to be insulted or complimented by that," I told him, "but I'm going to punch you anyway, just to be sure." I punched him lightly in the arm.

Tristan laughed. "Well, good. I'm glad we've sorted that out."

The rest of the day was boring. After the assembly, we'd all been instructed by Director Hargrove to stay out of the heroes' way as they moved in, as a sign of "good will".

Jason, Cameron, Corinna, Kyle, Felicity, Tristan and I were sitting around in the seniors courtyard, throwing a tennis ball back and forth.

"I am so bored right now," Tristan complained, pegging the ball at me. I moved my head slightly to the left, and caught the Fuzzy Ball of Death. Cameron had thought that naming the ball would make it more exciting. He'd been wrong. "Maybe I'll go jump in the shark tank, just to mix things up."

"I know what you mean, man," Kyle agreed, catching the ball I'd thrown at him. "Anything would be better than this. They won't even let us go into town!"

I caught the ball as it rolled past Cameron, and thought of something. "You know, guys," I began, absentmindedly tossing the ball to Corinna. "I think I have an idea."

They all leaned forward in anticipation. Well, all except Tristan, who was lying in the grass, eyes closed. I thought he'd fallen asleep, until he spoke.

"So, you think you have a way to excite me?" He opened his eyes, and grinned cheekily at me. "Well, let's hear it," he said, moving to sit crosslegged, facing me.

"Well. You know how I said we shouldn't make a big deal about the heroes' arrival on the first day?" I asked, referring to the time I'd spent explaining my plan to the others. They nodded, and looked at me to continue.

"I've changed my mind. I mean, I just feel cruel. It's their first day, and we're not making a fuss."

"So what did you have in mind?" Cam asked, though when I looked at him, I could see he was already on the same page.

"I was just thinking, maybe we should throw them a party," I said, smirking. "A good old fashioned villainous party. Just to welcome them to the neighbourhood."

"I think," Tristan said, as he stood, offering his hand to me, "that you are an evil genius. That's why I'm your friend, you know. So when you take over the world, you don't smite me."

I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. "Aw," I said, hugging him. "You're so sweet."

He pretended to blush. "Oh, stop. It's nothing, really."

"So, what do you guys think?" I asked, turning to the others, who were making their way up off the ground. "You all up for a party?"

Cameron laughed. "Are you kidding? We're up for anything. Especially a party."

The others nodded their agreement.

"Excellent," I said. "You and Flick go spread the word. Seniors only. I don't want any stupid juniors there." He and Felicity nodded and headed off, Flick's phone already in her hand.

"Kyle and Jase, you boys go talk to the teachers and Hargrove. Warn them about what's going on, so they'll be prepared. You should know what to say, we've fone this enough times."

Kyle grinned. "But of course. Although this time will be different…it's going to be the most epic party yet. We'll tell Hargrove and the others to slip in those ear buds and prepare for complaints."

I smiled. "Thanks babe."

He blew a kiss at me as he and Jason headed off to warn the teachers.

"So where does that leave the Three Musketeers?" Tristan asked.

"Well, Tristan darling, I'm glad you asked. We," I said, turning and putting my arms around both him and Corinna, "get to organise the whole thing. We're going to need space, music, drinks, food, everything."

"On the drinks," Tristan offered. "Alcoholic or non?"

I shrugged. "Both, I guess. Most people will bring their own, but just in case."

He nodded. "Cool. I'll get the food while I'm out. Anything in particular?"

I shook my head. "Nah, just the usual, whatever you want. We'll be too busy having fun to remember to eat anyway, we always are."

He laughed. "Ah, so true. Alright," he said, fishing his car keys out of his pocket. "I'll see you girls when I get back. Don't have too much fun while I'm gone," he called, winking over his shoulder as he headed towards the gates.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, that leaves us with everything else, lady. Where do you wanna start?"

"Dunno," she said, sitting down on a bench. "Probably the space. Where do you want it?"

"Close enough to the heroes that they don't sleep," I said, smiling mischievously. "Other than that, anything goes."

She laughed, with a smile that mirrored my own. "I have the perfect place. Hall in the middle of the dorms. It's far enough from the junior blocks to leave them to do their own thing – I heard vague plans to sabotage the junior heroes, though I seriously doubt their abilities… Anyway. The hall is far enough from the civ dorms that they won't hear anything, and more importantly, right in the middle of our dorm, where the only people it'll disturb…"

"…will be the ones not at the party," I finished for her. "The heroes," I said, nodding appreciatively. "Nice. There may be hope for you yet."

She stood and curtseyed mockingly. "Why thankyou, Princess, what a compliment coming from you."

I laughed, and smacked the back of her head playfully. "You're such a dork," I said, still giggling over her attempted curtsy.

"So, that just leaves furniture and music," she pointed out. "Thoughts?"

"Well, I'm thinking we just borrow the furniture from the classrooms like we always do. I'll message Jase to tell him to let the teachers know where their furniture may end up. They won't mind, it's for the greater evil. But as far as music goes…I'm thinking that instead of the usual happy dancefloor stuff, we put in some loud, heavy, old fashioned rock and roll. Mix the dance music in, and everybody's happy. We need something that will disturb our new neighbours, and something different is the way to go. We'll mix it up – throw in some emo, some alternative, some metal. They won't know what hit them."

Her eyes, hazel like mine, glittered with excitement. "This is definitely going to be the party everyone talks about."

"Isn't it just? It'll definitely be a hard one to forget, we'll make damn sure of that. Now, come on," I said, pulling on her arm. "Enough talk. We need to locate us some chairs. And organise some music."

"Well, I know where we can get the music," Corinna said, just as I thought the same thing.

"Alex Waldron," we said in unison.

We turned away from the classrooms we had been heading towards, and instead hurried towards the dorms, in search of Alex.

The loud music blasting from behind the door was an obvious clue as to where Alex resided. Even if we hadn't already known where his room was, we would have found it without trouble.

Alex Waldron was the guy you went to when you needed loud music or recommendations, a hug, or to piss somebody off. Right now, I'd take all three.

We knocked on the door, waiting for him. Well, I suppose 'pounded' would be a more accurate term, because that was the only way he'd hear us over the music. A few seconds later, the music was turned down, and the door was thrust open, revealing a smiling Alex.

"Holly, Corinna," he said, nodding coolly at us, before laughing and pulling us both into a hug. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I laughed, hugging him back before releasing him. "Actually, Alex, we kind of need a favour…"

He raised an eyebrow, pushing his long, unruly brown hair out of his blue-grey eyes. They were more grey than blue today. "Oh? And what kind of favour would this be, exactly?"

"We're having a party," Corinna explained. "And we were kind of hoping that you'd be willing to help out?"

He moved out of the doorway and motioned us through to his room. "Sorry about the mess," he apologised, as we made our way over to the lounge. "Tyler's still moving in." He took a seat on the bed, and faced us. "Anyway. Help out how?" he asked, though the interested glint in his eyes made me wonder whether he hadn't already figured it out.

"Well," I said, drawing it out a little as I took in the postered walls of his room. "We were wondering if you'd want to DJ for us?"

"Hmm…" he said, seemingly in deep thought. "I'd love to, but you know my kind of music isn't exactly the regular 'everybody on the dancefloor' kind of stuff, you know."

"That's exactly why we want you," Corinna told him, beaming. "You're absolutely perfect for this."

He laughed. "And, this wouldn't have anything to do with the arrival of the heroes would it?" he asked. "And the fact they're now right across the hall from us, and I have to share my room with Tyler?"

"Maybe, maybe not," I said cryptically. "You in?"

"Of course I am, Holly. I was sold the moment I figured this had something to do with getting rid of…them. I can't stand having so much good near me. Feels like I'm going to break out in a rash or something. Sooner they're gone, the better."

"My thoughts exactly," I agreed. "All going according to plan, they'll be gone by the end of the week."

"Music to my ears," he said jovially, holding up his hand. I high fived him.

"So where are you girls headed now?" he asked, after a few moments' comfortable silence.

"Well, we need to go find some furniture, and set up the hall," I informed him. "So, we should probably get moving, actually." I stood, and Corinna followed.

"Need any help?" Alex offered, walking us to the door.

I shook my head. "Nah," I said, hugging him and pecking him on the cheek. "You just have your handsome self down in the dorm hall at six-thirty, with music that will guarantee nobody sleeps, and you'll be fine."

He laughed. "I think I can do that. See you guys then," he called down the hallway after us. "Text me if you need any help." I waved over my head in response as we went hunting for chairs.

"Well," I said to Corinna, as we opened the door to the Villainy classroom. "That's music sorted. Now we just need to take…well, a fair amount of chairs down to the hall without any heroes seeing, and that will be that. You've got the key, yeah?"

She pulled the silver key out of the pocket. "Of course I have the key, Hol. I'm not braindead."

"Well, I was kind of hoping you didn't, really. I would have liked to see whether or not they've upgraded the security since last time."

We both laughed, reminiscing about the incredible amount of damage we'd caused last time, when we'd broken into the hall to party. After that little fiasco, the seniors had all been issued with keys, in an attempt to minimise any unnecessary damage costs.

"You two sound like you're having far too much fun," Tristan chastised jokingly from the doorway. "I could have sworn that I told you to keep that to a minimum while I was gone." I turned around, just to make sure he could see me rolling my eyes. He just grinned at me. "Where do you want these?" he asked, gesturing with his head to the boxes under either arm. "There's more in the car, too."

"Uh, just grab the key of Rinna, and dump them all in the hall, I guess. "

He nodded. "Can do, Princess," he said, putting the boxes down to take the key Corinna held out to him. "I'll see you guys down there," he said, before picking up his boxes and heading off to the hall.

"Alright. Let's get these down to the hall," I said, surveying the room. "There's nowhere near enough in this room. At least, not with everybody tending to pass out over three at a time." I spotted the locked cupboard across the hallway – the one that held the long rows of chairs we used for formal assemblies. I picked the lock in a matter of seconds, and was glad to see that the cupboard was full.

"If that isn't enough chairs," Corinna said, coming up behind me, "then we're kicking people out."

"Agreed," I said, before starting to pull rows out.

Many, many trips back and forth between the cupboard and the hall later – and a break that involved beating Tristan so he'd help instead of sitting around dictating – we were finally done.

"Well what do we do now?" Corinna asked, from her seat next to me on the floor. "Decorations?"

I shook my head. "No way. They'd get destroyed in seconds, and no chance that I'm cleaning that mess up. Trist, what's the go with drinks? What'd you get?"

"Umm," he called from across the room, where he was lying on his back trying to count how many lights there were in the ceiling, "I got…few bottles of vodka, few cartons of beer, couple bottles of scotch, bottle of rum, a bunch of alco-pop things for you ladies, about ten bottles of Coke, a few bottles of orange juice, and a bunch of those cheap bottles of soft drink. We'll be living off that shit for days."

"Days?" I asked laughing. "Try weeks. How much did it cost you?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. Got it cheap though – Glen was working the bottle shop, Coke was on special, and the rest didn't cost that much."

I smiled. "Ahhh, good old Glen."

Glen had graduated from Rogue Academy last year. He'd always thrown the best parties, and when he left, he scored himself a part time job at the bottle shop so he could sell the students discounted alcohol. Well, the students he liked, anyway. He never even checked IDs unless his supervisors were around, which meant we could send the juniors down, if we were too busy, or just too lazy. He was one of the good breeds of villains – one of the ones who'd look after their own, not like the selfish, cold stereotypes you always see.

There was a knock on the closed doors. Kyle, Jason and Cameron were at the door, accompanied, by Alex.

"Look what we found," Kyle said, grinning. He was holding Alex half heartedly by the collar of his black button up shirt.

I checked my watch. It was six o'clock.

"You're early," I told Alex. "I said six-thirty, didn't I?"

"I know," he shrugged. "But I didn't have much else to do, so I figured I'm come down and see if you guys needed a hand or anything."

I looked at Corinna. "Well now that you mention it," I said, getting up off the floor and offering Corinna a hand. "You guys can hold the fort down here while we go an get ready."

"What?" Tristan asked, finally sitting up to look at me. "Why do you guys get to leave? You look fine."

I scoffed. "Well, we want to look better than fine. We've been in these clothes all day, carrying chairs, and running around, and organising all this, so we are going to shower and get ready, okay?"

He held his hands up in surrender as he got up off the floor and headed over to us. "Alright, alright, fine, sorry," he apologised, shaking his head. "But I'm leaving as well. I've been in these clothes all day as well, you know."

"Fine. You guys will be okay here, right?" I asked Kyle.

He nodded. "Sure. What time does it start? Officially, I mean," he added, winking at me.

"Seven," I told him. "Officially."

"You don't mind if we get started a little early, do you?" Cameron asked, a beer already in his hand.

I laughed. "'Course not. Just make sure there's enough left for everyone else, alright? You're okay to set everything up, Alex?"

"Yeah, yeah, fine," he nodded. "You guys go and get ready. I expect a dance with both of you tonight, okay?" he said, winking.

"But of course, Alex," Corinna said, overly flirtatious. "You know we couldn't say no to you."

Tristan scoffed. "Whatever kids, let's move it out," he said, ushering Corinna and I out the door. "You don't want to be late to your own party, do you?"

Half an hour later, I was out of the shower, standing once again in my underwear and a towel, searching for clothes while Corinna took her turn in the bathroom.

"Cor?" I yelled.

"Yeah?" she asked, her voice echoing.

"What colours do you think would work?" I asked.

"I don't know, Holly, Jesus. Just wear whatever."

I rolled my eyes, though she couldn't see it. "I can't just wear whatever, Rinna, I have to look awesome."

"Well," she said thoughtfully. "It's a classic villain party, right?"

I nodded, even though, again, she couldn't see it. "Yeah…"

"Well, wear classic villain colours. You know – black, dark shades of blues and purples, red, occasional green…you could even rock a cape, if you really want to make an impression.

I snickered. "What, like a hero cape? I think I'll pass, thanks."

"No, Holly," she said, in a voice that suggested she thought I was an idiot. "A proper villain cape. I think there's one in my stuff, I know it's somewhere. My aunty sent it for my last birthday."

I crouched down on the floor, hunting through her clothes pile. We really had to sort all her stuff out. "I found it!" I cried, inspecting the black cape. Like she said, it certainly wasn't on the same level as those stupid pieces of fabric the heroes tied around their neck to pass off as capes. This was a knee length black cape, lined in red velvet (or at the very least an impeccable red velvet imitation), stopping just below my knees, with a stiff upturned collar. "Can I borrow it?"

"Duh," was the answer. "Why do you think I told you to look for it in the first place?"

"Oh. Right. Thanks!" I called.

Now all that remained was to find something to wear with said cape…

"Hey, Holly, what – oh. Not dressed again, I see?" Tristan, having just burst into my room, was standing in the doorway. "Nice cape," he commented.

"Get out!" I told him, throwing a pillow in his direction. "Don't you know how to knock?"

He chuckled to himself as he left the room, obviously amused. "Idiot," I muttered.

Looking through my wardrobe again, I found a black denim mini, royal blue stockings, and a low cut blood red top. After getting dressed, I opened the door to find Tristan, innocently standing in the hallway.

"Hello, Holly," he greeted me. "Long time no see. How excellent to see you wearing clothes," he said pompously, "although I must say that I much prefer you without."

I slapped him across the back of the head. "Coming in?" I asked.

He laughed. "That's what she said. Seriously, Holly, you walk right into these," he said, still laughing to himself.

I sighed deeply, and moved aside as he came into the room. "Cor, Tristan's here," I called outside the bathroom. "Don't come out unless you're dressed."

"Unless you want to," Tristan added, earning him another head slap as he sat down on the bed.

"Thanks for the warning," she called back, turning off the water. "I'll be out in a sec."

"So, why are you here again?" I asked Tristan, as I searched for my black eyeliner.

Finding it, I saw him shrug in the mirror. "Dunno," he said. "Thought I'd like to make an entrance, with you two pretty little things on my arms," he winked at me.

I sighed, and shook my head. "And what makes you think that I'd want to accompany you to the party?"

"'Cause I'm sexy and you love me?"

I snorted. "Yeah, right, okay. Let's go with that."

"So you'll be my date?" he asked, all overdone puppy dog eyes and innocence. "For reals? And Corinna too?"

"Corinna's doing what now?" she asked, coming out of the bathroom in a mid-thigh length black and silver halter neck dress and red stockings.

"We're escorting Tristan to the party, apparently," I informed her. "Nice dress, by the way. Totally babing."

"Thanks. You look hot," she commented. "Knew that cape would work on you."

"Hello?" Tristan asked, waving at us. "I'm here too, you know."

Corinna turned and surveyed him. "So you are," she said before plucking the eyeliner out of my hand.

Tristan crossed his arms over his chest. "Well," he pouted. "See if I ever compliment you again."

"You hardly compliment me anyway!"

I laughed, and turned away from the mirror to look at Tristan properly. Truth be told, he did look hot. Dressed in mostly black, as per usual, he was wearing black jeans, a black polo shirt over a long sleeved white undershirt, silver belt, and a silver chain around his wrist. His short black hair was left as it usually was, though it looked slightly longer than usual as it was wet.

"Hey, Trist," I said, interrupting the staring contest he was having with Corinna.

"Yes?" he asked, turning to look at me, cursing when Corinna started gloating about her victory.

"You look hot, babe," I told him, grinning.

"Aw, Holly!" he exclaimed, jumping off the bed. "You do care!" He pulled me into a tight hug, lifting me off the ground in the process.

"Ow! Tristan! Get off me, you idiot, I can't breathe!" I protested, laughing.

"That's – "

"What she said, yes, I know," I interrupted as my feet were returned to the ground they were so fond of. We both sat down on the bed. "Ready, Cor?"

"I just need to find…aha!" she said, spotting her favourite pair of black ankle boots. "Yep, ready to go."

"Alright. Can you pass me my…black Mary Jane pumps while you're over there?" I asked as she headed towards our designated shoe corner.

"No probs. Heads up," she called, as she tossed them over to me.

Tristan looked at me in disbelief. "How can you possibly walk in those things?" he asked. "And why?"

"a)," I answered, "because I'm awesome, and b), because they're pretty and they make me slightly taller."

He shrugged. "Whatever. I admit, you do look hot in them. Can we go yet?"

"Yep," I said, buckling the heels. "Come on, then." I stood up.

He stood, and offered an arm to both me and Corinna, who had met us in the doorway. "Shall we?"

Corinna giggled. "Why, if I didn't know you, Tristan, I could almost mistake you for a gentleman," she said. "But, seeing as I do know you, let's just go."

He scowled.

The time I saw on the clock before I shut and locked the door read 19:10. I smiled to myself. Perfect. Late entrance, but not too late.

"Come on, Holly, we don't have all day, you know," Tristan teased.

"Shut up," I retorted. "Or I'll stab you with my shoe."

He laughed. "Alright, alright, I'll play nice. But even with those heels, you're still a little girl."

I glared at him. "You watch it. I'll stab you, don't think I won't."

"You wouldn't stab me, Holly, I know you wouldn't. You love me far too much."

I scoffed. "Uh huuuuh. We'll see about that. When I become ruler of the world, you're the first one on my list, you know that, right?

"No, Holly!" he exclaimed dramatically as we started walking down towards the hall. "You can't! You wouldn't! I'm sorry!" he cried, throwing himself down at my feet. "Please, forgive me!"

Corinna and I simply stepped over him and continued on our way, hearing his indignant 'Hey!' as we ignored his dramatics.

"You guys suck," he complained, catching up to us and flinging his arms around our shoulders.

Corinna and I looked at each other and grinned. "That's what she said," we said together, laughing.

Tonight was already shaping up to be an excellent night. And this was only the pre-party. I couldn't wait for the actual fun to begin.

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