Head back to your room to relax before the party

You hurry back to your room, quickly hurrying in the door as you push inside. Lukas and Daniel sit by the window, which is cracked open, a joint in Daniel's hand.

"Oh, pass it over," you smile, grabbing it by its roach and pressing it to your lips, inhaling. You have another toke, before passing it back and plopping onto the bed.

"We all sorted for tonight?" you ask.

"Course we are," Lukas says. "If anything, we over-planned for it. The amount of security is ridiculous. We have the cameras all blocked or disabled that would see it, and we've made sure the teachers supposed staying in the dorm to make sure this shit doesn't happen are both sick or on leave."

"Cool," you shrug.

The door opens as Ben strolls in.

"Fuck me, this place smells like a Danish cafe," he remarks.

"Danish?" Daniel asks, confused.

"Yeah. That's where Amsterdam is, isn't it?" Ben asks.

"That's the Netherlands, asshole," you say.

"Find, Netherlandish cafe, you dick."

"It's Dutch," you smile. "Points for effort, though."

You continue wasting around, accomplishing nothing and just fucking around (not in a literal sense, unlike most of your other times). Eventually, you head down to the showers and clean yourself up, before getting dressed into your spiffiest of uniforms, because it's not like you brought much else here.

"We should probably head over in like ten or fifteen minutes," Lukas says.

"I have to pick up Mercedes. I'm taking her to the party," Daniel says.

"God, you are a faggot," Lukas says. "She's not even fit."

"Behave," Daniel says, rolling his eyes. "Aren't any of you bringing anyone?"