Miss Morgan And Her Music [OPEN]

Brett walked into her cabin, her headphones in and a smile plastered on her face. The room smelled of sweat and oddly, vanilla. She stuck out her tongue, gagging from the obsurd scent. Brett was sporting a loose-fitting tank top, with light blue denim shorts. On her feet she wore black gladiator sandals. She had on a strechy neon bracelet and a neon pink heart earrings. Brett had to jump over a few obstacles to get to her bunk. The cabin was so crowded. Brett just wished she would get claimed. She also like the suspense of not knowing though. Brett flopped down on her bed, tapping her fingers on her thigh to the beat of Gold On The Ceiling by The Black Keys.