Laurel wasn't often found with an off day. Every month was painstakingly scheduled down to the minute, so she'd been a tad anxious when she found a day she has nothing planned. But never the less she had taken charge, setting aside the day to get a few more essentials to restock her room. So on that lovely warm morning the girl wandered the streets with her haul, headphones blasting away at her ears.
"Ooo! It's my jam!" She squeaked, eyes gluing themselves shut as she started singing along. As she walked her hips found the beat, each step sashayed in time and her bags swinging in her grip. " Little red corvette~" She sang out probably louder than she'd planned, maybe a free day wasn't all that bad.and of course a little bit of St. A's Laurel becuase I could.