A Club, Baltimore, Maryland, Saturday Evening

[stringstothesoul]

Hey, look, it was some college kids, doing normal college kid things! Like sneaking into clubs with fake IDs Arden's brother had somehow procured for them! Erasmus wasn't asking questions. He felt like his momma was going to sense his malfeasance from Mississippi and ground him at any moment.

Well, now they were here, and, uh... "What do we...do in a club, anyway?" Dance? They should probably dance.

(For them who knows who they are, but if anyone else wants to be in the club tonight, sure, why not?)

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[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"Magic?" Arden suggested. "Magic and a weird sense of humor, which is pretty much the reason anything happens on the island, I'm pretty sure."

It was like everything was run by immensely powerful beings with a tendency to say, 'Wouldn't it be funny if--'

[stringstothesoul]

"Maybe it's confused about whether or not Maryland is the South," Erasmus suggested, like there weren't Waffle Houses outside of the South. "It's not."

As long as the immensely powerful beings didn't decide to torment them for their amusement! That wouldn't happen, right?...right?

[mindofageneration]

That sounded unfair and rude of them. Immensely powerful beings had better stuff to do, right? Right?

"It's Southern-ish," Riri said with all the knowledge of someone who was not, in fact, Southern.

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

All signs pointed to no, actually...

Again, Arden had to exchange glances with Erasmus. Because, no, Maryland reeeeally wasn't. "Heavy on the -ish," she said. "It's more like...central seaboard. Along with Pennsylvania and West Virginia."

Was that a thing? It was now!

[stringstothesoul]

"They put sugar in cornbread but not in tea," Erasmus said. "It's not the South." Both of these things were, his tone of voice suggested even over the volume of music in the club, crimes. "But it's fine, I guess, even if it is so cold here." Delicate little baby.

[mindofageneration]

Riri snorted and rolled her eyes. "So, water and a ginger ale?" she asked, getting up to hit the bar for them.

She was forever the 'he said no pickles' friend. At least since... well, Natalie.

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"Can I get a Coke, actually?" Arden asked, a but belatedly.

Sorry, she hadn't realized that about the cornbread and had been staring at Erasmus in horror.