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>"You excited Fang?" Trish asks for the 12th time now or so.
>"Very, can't believe they're playing this shitty little hole-in-the-wall." I state for the 12th time or so. Pretty big band playing a pretty small venue, cheap seats and possibly even underage drinking. A real nice thing we got going on here.
>We step in to the place, Trish flashing our tickets to the front man who just nods us in.
>"This is gonna ROCK!" Even Reed raises his voice, clearly also excited about the prospect.
>I chuckle to myself as we step into the dimly lit bar. I manage to spy an empty booth. We settle on in and let the excitement of the place weigh on us. I look over to Trish who's looking and squinting at something.
>"Is...is that the fucking skinnie?" she puts her hand over her eyes to focus.
>I look to where she's looking and see a bald human. Surely there's more than one bald human in Volcaldera. I look back to Trish who looks to me and shrug at her.
>"Broooo we should go say hi if is!" Reed enthusiastically pipes up
>"Hey if it is him maybe he's cooler than I thought." Trish admits.
>I scrunch my snout at this. Not exactly the biggest fan of running into the guy repeatedly but he's not that bad I suppose. Might as well check right?
>"Eh sure. Probably not him though." I relent
>We stand and make our way over, halfway as we get there we note that it is indeed our local skinnie.
>"Wow you're cooler than I gave you credit for baldie." Trish lays into him. He looks up at us in terror. What are we some sort of boogie men?
>As I open my mouth to speak I hear another voice to my side.
>"You know these losers?" A red para woman speaks, taking her seat across from Anon, carrying two beers. She looks remarkably similar to Naomi but wears a red leather jacket, tank top and torn jeans, something you wouldn't find Naomi dead in. She sets one of the beers in front of Anon before starting to drink her own, looking up at us with a raised eyebrow.
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>>66487729
>"You excited Fang?" Trish asks for the 12th time now or so.
>"Very, can't believe they're playing this shitty little hole-in-the-wall." I state for the 12th time or so. Pretty big band playing a pretty small venue, cheap seats and possibly even underage drinking. A real nice thing we got going on here.
>We step in to the place, Trish flashing our tickets to the front man who just nods us in.
>"This is gonna ROCK!" Even Reed raises his voice, clearly also excited about the prospect.
>I chuckle to myself as we step into the dimly lit bar. I manage to spy an empty booth. We settle on in and let the excitement of the place weigh on us. I look over to Trish who's looking and squinting at something.
>"Is...is that the fucking skinnie?" she puts her hand over her eyes to focus.
>I look to where she's looking and see a bald human. Surely there's more than one bald human in Volcaldera. I look back to Trish who looks to me and shrug at her.
>"Broooo we should go say hi if is!" Reed enthusiastically pipes up
>"Hey if it is him maybe he's cooler than I thought." Trish admits.
>I scrunch my snout at this. Not exactly the biggest fan of running into the guy repeatedly but he's not that bad I suppose. Might as well check right?
>"Eh sure. Probably not him though." I relent
>We stand and make our way over, halfway as we get there we note that it is indeed our local skinnie.
>"Wow you're cooler than I gave you credit for baldie." Trish lays into him. He looks up at us in terror. What are we some sort of boogie men?
>As I open my mouth to speak I hear another voice to my side.
>"You know these losers?" A red para woman speaks, taking her seat across from Anon, carrying two beers. She looks remarkably similar to Naomi but wears a red leather jacket, tank top and torn jeans, something you wouldn't find Naomi dead in. She sets one of the beers in front of Anon before starting to drink her own, looking up at us with a raised eyebrow.
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