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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Palm Beach, Florida[/b]
August 17th, 2018[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=709679]“For real? Is this Palm Beach or Colombia?”[/color] JJ uttered sarcastically, hiding how anxious he actually was by the situation. 

Truth be told, his first instincts were screaming for him to run off his sister and drag her back home. Who the hell was this “Diablo”? How did he have the kind of connections where he had “massive amounts of drugs”? What did he and his sister walk into? He kept his eyes on his self-proclaimed guide and began to wonder what kind of person thought such a place could be considered fun in the slightest. For the time being he was going to have to stomach the party, though he hoped to god his sister was smart enough not to get acquainted with the drugs the supposed devil was serving. She may have been high strung but she wasn't that self-destructive and dumb to get caught up in things. He was just going to have to trust that she wouldn't.

[color=709679]“Shit. You Florida-types are wild.”[/color] He commented as he followed Trip through the party.
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