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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[mindofageneration]

It all worked because she had layers underneath. The layers being a crop top, sure. But it was layers!

"Oh, snacks are for after. At whatever is open at 3 am around here." Not White Castle, sadly. "Maybe a Waffle House?"

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

'Crop top' isn't a layer, it's a percentage of a shirt. A very cute percentage, but let's not pretend that it was going to keep anybody warm.

"Oooh, maybe the Waffle House will come back to the island," Arden said, removing her own (singular) coat. "Cause I don't think there are any in the city."

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