If there was one American holiday that Sebastian could fully get behind, it was Mardi Gras and Fat Tuesday. Discounted drinks, parades where overindulging was encouraged, and loose, touristy women who were happy to expose themselves for a string of crappy plastic beads with the potential for something more with each pair he threw? It was like a young man’s wet dream, and Bash had every intention to thoroughly enjoy himself. He dressed sharp, though he was sure that nobody was going to be looking at what he was wearing, and prepared for a night out on the town. If he was back before the sun came up, he would consider his night a personal failure, and in all the years that he had been at Primrose Academy, he hadn’t managed to fail yet.

He wasn’t even out of the Academy grounds when he could hear the first hints of the celebrations of debauchery and sin that were practically laid at his feet. He couldn’t wait to be out there, celebrating with people who wanted nothing more than to get lost for one lecherous night, preparing for the season of sacrifice by indulging in all the booze, good food, and sex that their hearts desired. Not that Bash had any intention of following any kind of Lenten tradition, he wasn’t even remotely religious, and even if he was, that didn’t align with his personal philosophy. Life was short, why waste it on denying yourself of the world’s simplest pleasures?

Bash raised his eyes from his phone as he shot off a text to his best friends, though he recognized the frosted, shrill tone of the resident queen bitch and head of the Untouchable Caste, Lyric Pennbrooke. He had spent a fair amount of time around her when he had been dating Naomi, and while things hadn’t ended badly between the two of them, the redhead seemed to have an issue with him ever since. Still, his eyes trailed over Lyric’s outfit, from the fire red hair and down over the curve hugging dress that had even him intrigued. “Well now love, if you’re that eager to get into my room all you have to do is say so. It is Mardi Gras, after all.” He sealed the vulgarity that spilled from his lips with a wink, fully prepared to duck away from a flying hand as she slapped him. Then again, she had already cheated once, who knew? Maybe she would be up to doing it again. Maybe the bear shifter just wasn’t good enough in bed, and she needed a real release in order to remove the stick from her ass. “What about you? Headed out to blue ball half of the guys in New Orleans?”