“Welcome Gentlemen, you both look rather refined, which is a shock. I half expected you to show up in jean cut offs.” The dean teased Donavan and Reid as they made their way inside the cafeteria turned dance hall. The Academy always went all out for the winter formal, creating a whimsy winter wonderland with twinkling lights hung beneath artistically draped fabric and wrapped around branches of paper white birch trees bare of leaves.
The dim blue lights gave off an icy aesthetic, making it feel as if they really were inside a frozen castle. “It looks just how I remember.” Reid told Donavan, pulling a flask from his jacket pocket and pouring a bit into his punch glass. Donavan laughed when he noticed, “just how I remember it too.” He teased, motioning towards the flask in Reid's hand, ma
