A luau party. The idea was completely foreign to Krel. She’d never heard of a luau, nor of having an umbrella in your drink. One would think it would be quite awkward to drink from your cup with an umbrella in it. She was entirely certain it would poke her in the eye or the nose and case damage. Therefore, before having even seen a fruity drink with an umbrella in it, Krel had already sworn off drinking them for she fully intended to leave the party with her eyes and nose intact and her clothes spotless and clean (which was an entirely different feat all together).
“Butterbeer?” she asked aloud to herself as she entered the room. Well that was entirely different from what she had been expecting. She placed one hand on her hip, slipping some fingers up under her maroon vest as she glanced around. The room looked like a zoo. It was crazy. People were twitching and wiggling as if possessed by the round tubey-hoop around their waists.

Yeah, that’s on the do not touch list too there Krel, she told herself as she walked in looking around for someone she might possibly know to pass some time with. It almost seemed silly to be up here wasting time when she had to much research to do in the library of records.