A drunken Laurel returns to her flag. She sort of awkwardly touches it around the edges, thinking aloud to herself ("I made out with Wes?? I'm so wasted, ughh where's Ivy anddddd God I Really Hope This Year Goes Well, who did this to my flag, who are you, it's okay," etc etc).
She draws a little heart under it with a marker, and then a tiny eye (as in "I saw this") and stumbles away.
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gooseberry,