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Imogen was excited to say the least. She'd spent the last couple weeks buried in her studies, and it was finally time to cut loose. The party wasn't exactly populated, but she didn't mind arriving before everyone was too drunk the function.
A pyromaniac herself, she was careful when it came to consuming alcohol. It was possible that she could go up in flames if things got a little crazy, but she'd always been cautious enough not to let that happen. She entered the room, seeing the others that had already arrived, a couple of whom she recognized from school. She smiled to them.
"Hey guys!" she said merrily. She was dressed in a billowy cream colored top that hung off one of her shoulders, crimson leggings, and black shin-high boots. Her curly shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a lazy pony tail.
A pyromaniac herself, she was careful when it came to consuming alcohol. It was possible that she could go up in flames if things got a little crazy, but she'd always been cautious enough not to let that happen. She entered the room, seeing the others that had already arrived, a couple of whom she recognized from school. She smiled to them.
"Hey guys!" she said merrily. She was dressed in a billowy cream colored top that hung off one of her shoulders, crimson leggings, and black shin-high boots. Her curly shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a lazy pony tail.