"I certainly don't recall it being quite so cold last night..." Ally whined under her breath as she walked out from her cabin, after a rather grueling half hour of hungover morning preperations- showering, make up, and the like. Despite it being a women-only campus, she couldn't be trouncing around looking like someone who had just woken from a 40-year sleep, despite feeling exactly as such, although the makeup helped cover the bags under her restless eyes. A drunken pass-out hardly equals a good night's rest, after all...
Finally reaching the main campus, Ally shuddered as the warm air of the internal hallway hit her almost frozen body- so early into fall and yet the weather already felt more appropriate for a mid-winter chill at the academy. However, the glorious scents emitting from the cafeteria did more that distract her from the sudden heat discrepancies, and she found herself walking towards the cafeteria, practically in a trance. After all, she had been her long enough to know exactly where to head when it came to grabbing some class-A grub. Noting the surprising lack of persons within the cafeteria, Ally wondered for a moment if she was too late for breakfast (it wouldn't be the first time) but by the time her eyes focused on the hot tables settled within the cafeteria's dim lighting, she knew she was right on time. It would appear the crew working the cafeteria were already preparing for the massive gastronomical onslaught that would be occurring shortly- while some students had arrived, classes didn't officially start for another day or two, which meant Ally had at least one more night of lethargy and recovery before she'd have to start (heaven forbid) taking her job seriously again. Grabbing a plate with minimal flourish, Ally's greedy eyes began to roam the various wares settled in front of her, even going so far as to lick her lips in a cliche fashion.
In the end, her sweet tooth won, with a plate containing waffles, pancakes, AND french toast, all equally covered in syrup- a hearty amount of sugar helps even the worst hangover (or so she was convinced), leaving no room for her intended second course, a rousing medley of fatty fried meats... Ally often enjoyed her meals in tiers rather than a diverse spread, one of her odd perks. Although most people who had consumed the amount of alcohol Ally had would most likely consider eating at a slower pace, Ally practically inhaled her food, knowing full well that if she tricked her stomach into thinking it was beyond full, it wouldn't bother trying to act upset, opting to strain itself digesting all the wonderful food instead. Keeping this in mind, Allison managed to devour her entire plate in under five minutes, before lurching back up for a second round. Hangover not quite in check YET, Allison decided to double-down on her wake-up recovery binge, piling crispy bacon, glistening, greasy sausage, and a mound of scrambled eggs onto her plate, before shuffling out to the cafeteria seating.
However, before she could reach her previously established seat in the dimmest corner of the cafeteria, she heard a voice shout...
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