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[right][sub][b]Location:[/b] Niaides Lakeshore
[b]Interactions:[/b] [color=b83d55]Dustyn[/color] [@MissCapnCrunch]
[color=e0d8b0]Avem[/color] [@Rockette]
[color=6ecff6]Dallas[/color] [@Plank Sinatra]
[color=6c697e]Damian[/color] [@Altered Tundra]
[b]Mentions:[/b][color=8493ca]Azura[/color] [@SamaraJayne96]
[color=9b948d]Emma[/color] [@Rockette]
[color=20b2aa]Rhea[/color] [@Write]
[color=ed1c24]Jonas[/color] [@HereComesTheSnow][/sub][/right]

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If a person of a certain bent was to make a visit to the Dance of the Fates casino in Las Vegas, a little distance off the strip, they would find a betting board replete with every day events that could be wagered upon. They would range from the mundane, like who would forget they had orange juice right before brushing their teeth, to who would barge in on the heralding of the apocalypse by doing a bit about Helen Keller.

Dustyn would have been the even-money favorite in that last one, light years ahead of second-place Dane Cook. She paid off on that bet in spades as she stumbled onto the lakeshore, calling out for water. Kelsey knew which water Dustyn wanted, but she played along as best she could given the coven meeting that was taking place. At least Dustyn got the hint once she saw what was happening.

[color=4682b4]"That's OK, D. Think you distracted 'em long enough ta halt the ritual,"[/color] she consoled her BFF. Kelsey stood up and opened up the cooler, fishing out a mason jar with clear liquid sloshing around inside. [color=4682b4]"Guess savin' the world earns ya your shots."[/color] She handed the glass to Dustyn as her roommate showed up, a little late to the party but still ever-present.

[color=e0d8b0]"Oh, hell. If this is a bring your own, I'm going to have to make a stop."[/color]

[color=4682b4]"Nah, sit ya,"[/color] Kelsey told Avem. [color=4682b4]"I can cover tonight."[/color] She fished another can of Busch out of the cooler and tossed it to the child of Hera. [color=4682b4]"Least 'til Dallas gets his ass 'n gear 'n brings down what he's supposed to. Don't worry about it."[/color]

With the people starting to show up to the lakeshore, it was only natural that the emo kids would make notice of the party.

[color=6c697e]“So, what sort of refreshments did you bring? Or do we have to beg for you to share? Also, does anyone know where that tool Relo is? He’s supposed to be hosting the party we’re all waiting for, right?”[/color]

Kelsey cocked an eyebrow at Damian requesting some of her hard-earned wares, but at least the Nyx kid knew who was supposed to be providing the libations for the shindig. [color=4682b4]"Don't ask me. I ain't Dal's handler. Kid barely remembers my dang name half the time."[/color] She took a long sip of her own beverage and rummaged in the cooler. She tossed cans towards each of the three early arrivals to the party, not really looking if Emma or Azura were even going to attempt to catch the cans. [color=4682b4]"Though he better show his fuckin' ass here soon. Didn't truck this booze across two states ta only get two cans outta it!"[/color] She turned to Avem and said, [color=4682b4]"Yeah, this keeps up, ya may have to go for extras."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Hey, Jaime Lannister! You wanna fucking suck my dick, or what?"[/color]

Luckily Avem's trip wouldn't be necessary as Dallas and his crew came thundering through the woods, kegs in tow. The Apollo kid acted the part, taking over the beach and setting up shop with the Ares lunkhead trying to get the music going in his truck. Joe ... something. [color=4682b4][i]Shit I'm gettin' as bad as fuckin' Dallas.[/i][/color] Rhea was heading to the lake, naturally. The other two from earlier weren't present yet, but whatever. Beer was here, which meant Kelsey could stop sharing. 

[color=4682b4]"Bout fuckin' time ya showed up, Sunny Boy,"[/color] she chided Dallas. [color=4682b4]"Was startin' ta think the feds had got to ya, made ya plant a fuckin' trap or somethin'. Which, I woulda done worse to ya then some fuckin' fed."[/color] Another long sip of Busch hit her mouth. [color=4682b4]"'Specially if ya made me hand out all my fuckin' beer ta make up for ya. I can't get no more of this shit til spring, ya know. So start spillin' that Rocky Mountain piss and let's do this! Where's the table at?"[/color] Worse case they could play pong on the flatbed, but there was no way to bounce on there. Hopefully Dallas had something in mind for entertainment other than shoving Damian in the lake.

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