[Lush]

'Twas brillig. Lush, eyes bloodshot, streaked hair an utter mess, wearing a "Vote for Pedro" shirt and a pair jogging pants with the word "bum" stiched on the back, ran into the party a day late, pursued by disgruntled campus cops. She was accused of beating up a frat boy who wrote "Tolkien sux" on her Facebook message board; she was already hyped up on Red Bull, suffering from sever lack of sleep and shopping deprivation, and as far as she was concerned, the frat boy had asked for it. Lush shouted hellos and shook hands with friends and strangers alike as she ran through the party, occasionally turning around to throw a mug of beer at the cops, but that only encouraged them; considering the fact that they had spent most of the school year investigating such compelling cases as noise complaints and baby oil wrestling matches. Lush sped on through the entire party, and disappeared triumphantly into the East; towards the bedouin fires at night. The cops dared not follow her, because the State Department had issued another warning.

"Great party." Thought Lush. "Too bad I didn't get a taste of the buffet."