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[color=gray][i]Halloween Festival, Outside of the Haunted House[/i][/color]
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[color=7ABBFF][b]“Aww…”[/b][/color] Layla gave a mock sadness as Mr. Devola outbidded her on Linqian's drink. The smile was quick to return to her face, though. There was something father-like about him.

[quote=Linqian][color=CD5C5C]”Sorry, Layla, but the money has spoken. Don't worry, I'll get you some booze when we're off fed island."[/color][/quote]

Layla's smile brightened even more at that, and she happily pocketed her bills. Linqian was so nice.

That was when a strange sight came into view, attracting the attention of Linqian as well as Layla. Was that a… toga-touting conga line? There were familiar faces she thought she'd never see together before.

[i]Amazing.[/i]

Her gaze was only torn away as something cool was shoved into her hands. Linqian's beer.

[quote=Linqian][color=CD5C5C]“Hold my beer. I gotta go get a picture of this. I’ll be back in a moment.”[/color][/quote]

And she was off. To her own misfortune, as the beer in Layla's hands was now very, [i]very[/i] appealing. She turned away from Mr. Devola and Britney, discreetly pressing the can to her lips.

[quote=Mr. Devola][color=f49ac2]"Any ideas on how we get her out of this without getting sucked in?”[/color][/quote]

The only response from Layla was the suck of air as she stood there, can a vertical tilt over her face. Which was also now empty. With a satisfied smirk, she set the can against the gazebo’s step, and glanced at Mr. Devola.

[color=7ABBFF][b]“No idea!”[/b][/color]

She looked back in time to catch Linqian's frantic hand motions. Did she need help? Was she feeling shy to enter the conga line?

Layla could help with that.

Layla approached Linqian and the conga line, stepping around so she was at Linqian's back.

This was what Linqian needed, right? Some moral support?

Nodding mischievously to herself, Layla placed a hand on Linqian's shoulder, guiding her ever closer to the encroaching conga line.

[color=7ABBFF][b]“Let me help~!”[/b][/color]