Thread 1: Skylark Casino Celebration

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Cards, roulette, slots, live jazz, champagne, and wandering performers!

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[wolfs_daughter]

Echo blushed, abashed and chastised. "I'm sorry," she said, raising her hands in surrender. "I'm barely old enough to be in here myself, so I shouldn't point fingers."

The server came back with their drinks, and the hybrid gratefully picked up the room-temperature bottle. The first sip reminded her that this was the beer you could eat with a fork, and she held it between her palms while she looked for something less contentious to say.

"I guess you're done with school?" she asked with a hopeful expression. "UNLV sent me a catalog in the mail. They have a fairly decent arts program. I'm weighing my options."

[maddy_ricks]

Maddy snorted. “School. Yeah right.” She stuffed her ID back in the purse. “It’s expensive, it’s boring, and it’s overrated. What’s one thing they can teach you about art that you can’t figure out yourself?” she asked. “They’ll just teach you to copy other people. It’s bullshit.” She ran the zipper and accepted the Bloody Mary with gratitude and a sip. She wiggled her nose and tried not to sneeze, thanks to an overage of pepper.

Okay, maybe, maybe the thought crossed her mind, on a rare occasion, that she wouldn’t be slaving away at three low-paying jobs if she’d gone to college. Pouring coffee paid the rent on her slum, playing bass guitar paid the phone bill, and being a second-rate circus clown on the street paid for…

Well…

Nothing.

It was just funny.

[wolfs_daughter]

"I was thinking about art history," Echo said, and she displayed her palms as if for inspection after a washing. "I already know how to draw and make stuff, but learning about the people who already made it could be interesting."

Her posture loosened up a little as she sat there, and she tried to avoid slouching. "So I guess you live in the city," she said, and it wasn't a question this time. She'd have recognized Maddy, seen her before, Definitely.

"I almost didn't show up tonight," the hybrid admitted, beginning to pick at the label on the bottle. "I'm not naturally social."