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A L E X A N D R AXB O U T R O S
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Outfit: Here
Location: JFK Airport: Terminal 2
Dialogue Color: #E8ADAA
Thought Color: #985D5A
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A L E X A N D R AXB O U T R O S
_____ T H E XO V E R A C H E I V E R _____
Outfit: Here
Location: JFK Airport: Terminal 2
Dialogue Color: #E8ADAA
Thought Color: #985D5A
Alexandra had been starving by the time they had made it to the airport, so she and a few girl friends with whom she could take an adequate amount of selfies with got a chaperone and they headed off to Due Amici to get a bite to eat. Alex could really only blame herself for her hunger. Regardless of how much she showed out for things like every day outfits and parties, she really didn't put that much effort into packing. In fact, she had procrastinated until late last night (and yes, she was aware that she had pointedly ignored Sydney and Charlotte's lectures about responsibility) when it came to packing and spent the majority of said night making sure that she had everything that she was going to need. She was well aware that she could purchase whatever she left behind once in Paris, but it wouldn't have been her without fretting and pouting and whining while scrambling to put clothing and personal items in her suitcase. So, by the time they had made it to the airport, Alex hadn't even bothered to preen at the compliments she had received for the rather drastic cut to her own hair, no wig or weave necessary. She just needed food in her stomach and she had needed it right then, or someone was going to hate her for the entire flight.
"We should probably start heading back to the others," she declared, popping the last of the calamari their table had shared into her mouth. She had been one of the first to finish eating her roma panini and fresh salad, not feeling a lick of guilt and practically devouring the meal and a good quarter of the calamari. It wasn't the best Italian food she had ever had, but a lot of food tasted exceptional when one was hungry and Alex definitely had been. Stomach full and having finished off her cranberry juice-splashed ginger ale (she would've rather had the Long Island Iced Tea and been able to really clock out for the flight), Alex got their waiter to bring her her check and the two chocolate-filled croissants she had ordered when they first arrived. She already had a big bottle of water and a small container of fresh fruit to snack on. She couldn't help herself; she had a pretty fast metabolism. Once that was taken care of and she had the two treats packed away in her carry-on bag, Alex pulled out her phone to text Sydney and Kat, even though she was going to see them soon.
To: Syd, Kat
im stuffed n dat window seat's lookin mighty nice ;D
While the others idly chatted about the upcoming flight, Alex weighed the pros and cons of actually forcing Vincent to interact with her since she hadn't heard much from him since the night of her birthday bash. A part of her recognized that she should just let it go; there was no need to push him. He didn't really owe her much to begin with. But he was also one of her oldest friends and someone she cared about. Alex didn't like the idea of being ignored by someone she cared about. However, fate made the decision for her because not a second later, she saw Cliff and Charlotte talking, and even though she had wanted to look for the others, she bound over towards them, throwing her arms around Charlotte from behind while grinning at Cliff. "And how are my two favorite class presidents ever!?"
"We should probably start heading back to the others," she declared, popping the last of the calamari their table had shared into her mouth. She had been one of the first to finish eating her roma panini and fresh salad, not feeling a lick of guilt and practically devouring the meal and a good quarter of the calamari. It wasn't the best Italian food she had ever had, but a lot of food tasted exceptional when one was hungry and Alex definitely had been. Stomach full and having finished off her cranberry juice-splashed ginger ale (she would've rather had the Long Island Iced Tea and been able to really clock out for the flight), Alex got their waiter to bring her her check and the two chocolate-filled croissants she had ordered when they first arrived. She already had a big bottle of water and a small container of fresh fruit to snack on. She couldn't help herself; she had a pretty fast metabolism. Once that was taken care of and she had the two treats packed away in her carry-on bag, Alex pulled out her phone to text Sydney and Kat, even though she was going to see them soon.
To: Syd, Kat
im stuffed n dat window seat's lookin mighty nice ;D
While the others idly chatted about the upcoming flight, Alex weighed the pros and cons of actually forcing Vincent to interact with her since she hadn't heard much from him since the night of her birthday bash. A part of her recognized that she should just let it go; there was no need to push him. He didn't really owe her much to begin with. But he was also one of her oldest friends and someone she cared about. Alex didn't like the idea of being ignored by someone she cared about. However, fate made the decision for her because not a second later, she saw Cliff and Charlotte talking, and even though she had wanted to look for the others, she bound over towards them, throwing her arms around Charlotte from behind while grinning at Cliff. "And how are my two favorite class presidents ever!?"