Post by Beau Barcella on Mar 30, 2016 2:41:42 GMT
”What in the gods’ names are you wearing?”
Beau had been minding her own business while walking down the hallways when she stumbled upon this particular disaster. She had a full plan to head back to her dorm room and grab a bikini and other supplies. Then she was going to take a bus out and hit the beach- maybe go to one of the seaside restaurants. However that all flew out the window when she passed an open classroom door and simply had to stop. She pinched the bridge of her nose and walked further in.
”I hope and pray with ever fiber in my bein’ that this is just some mess up you’ve had this mornin’. Because honey, nothin' is working in your outfit. At all.”
Normally Beau would be a lot more polite whenever she was trashing someone’s outfit, but this was absolutely ridiculous. Her accent was sounding even clearer than normal.
”What on the great green earth would make you think a bright orange shirt was a good idea to wear with slacks? With tennis shoes too?” Beau gestured at his feet before rubbing her temples. ”Well if you were trying to get your picture taken at Walmart, you’ve done everything right.”
