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[color=gray][i]Cracker Island, Halloween Festival[/i][/color]
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[quote=Vashti][color=darkcyan]“[b]OY, WE’RE HAVING A FUCKING PRIVATE CONVERSATION HERE, BRO! SHIT!"[/b][/color][/quote]

[i]“It's your lucky day, sweetheart.”[/i]

Almost immediately, Layla was torn between letting Britney get taken away into what couldn't possibly be a good situation, and stepping in. 

[i]No, bad thoughts. Everything is fine, remember?[/i]

Layla's lips pursed. These two had history. [i]Bad[/i] history. Nowadays, if Layla was correct, Vashti ran the 8th Street with Emily. bad news was as bad as it gets.

[i]Nothing compares to my last week.[/i]

[color=7ABBFF][b]“Some way to greet an old friend, Vashti.”[/b][/color]

Near immediately, she flexed a hand, and… nothing. No phantom hand. No easy power in her complete control and grasp. 

No Void.

Layla swallowed, feeling the weight in her heart, before she placed a hand behind her back. The rain couldn't be a good sign. It never was, when it came to Vashti. If push came to shove, she could offer Vashti a [i]gift[/i]. Surely no one would miss her…

Still, Layla hated to rely on an unstable power, and she suddenly felt… a lacking of Void. In the sense of having a second pair of eyes on her, watching, playing the role of bodyguard. She had relaxed in his eyes, after they fought.

Now? She was alone, Britney didn't have the Noble Vow, and Layla couldn't even rely on her own curse.

She gritted her teeth, hating her helplessness.

[quote=Mr. Devola][color=F5388C]"Clear the fuck off, [i]Nashty Hoor[/i], before someone calls animal control."[/color][/quote]

That's when Red Riding Hood and a mafia boss joined the crocodile, beekeeper and two bees.

Layla felt a bit of reassurance, seeing neutral coven members coming to their rescue. Neutral as in they knew nothing about what happened last week. At least… She was fairly certain. How fast did word travel around the coven…?

A queasy feeling seeped into her gut, one that wasn't easy to shake.

[i]”Focus, sweetheart.”[/i]

Layla took a breath before giving a wave and smile. [color=7ABBFF][b]“Mr. Devola, Linqian. You have uh, good timing.”[/b][/color]

She paused, before she held onto the sleeve of Britney, frowning at Vashti.

[color=7ABBFF][b]“Go away.”[/b][/color] She said, eyes narrowed.

Her gaze turned up to Britney. [color=7ABBFF][b]“Let's just go, Britney. I wanna see the haunted house…”[/b][/color]