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?)
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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Date: 2026-01-17 03:33 pm (UTC)Oh yeah, because Erasmus was going to convince the bartender to give him a drink. Sure.
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