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birthright_rpg2013-12-31 10:58 am
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New Year's @ the Dive!
The Dive, which was prone to a gritty atmosphere, had been transformed for New Year's festivities. A rotating disco ball hung above the crowd, as well as a web of streamers. Colorful lights lit the stage for its five-band line-up, which began with a local cover band and then transitioned to new wave, punk, synthpop, and glam rock acts, all staples of the year in music.
By 11:15 p.m., the crowd was slap-happy and drunk, thanks to happy hour prices on drinks and $1 Jell-o shots. The patio smelled like barbecuing meat and nacho cheese. Merchandise for the Dive and the bands moved quickly.
The world was halfway through the decade and antsy for the second half to begin.
The Fraying Nerves were wrapping up a five-song set and about to clear the stage for the Death Spirals, a band whose hairstyles were a fire hazard.
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By 11:15 p.m., the crowd was slap-happy and drunk, thanks to happy hour prices on drinks and $1 Jell-o shots. The patio smelled like barbecuing meat and nacho cheese. Merchandise for the Dive and the bands moved quickly.
The world was halfway through the decade and antsy for the second half to begin.
The Fraying Nerves were wrapping up a five-song set and about to clear the stage for the Death Spirals, a band whose hairstyles were a fire hazard.
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He looked at Melody and wondered how a girl as innocent as her got to be friends with Madeleine, whose mind was like a sewage pipe. It sounded like she still lived at home with her parents. Between that and working for them, she must be going nuts.
It was probably a good thing she was out with Maddy. Otherwise, repression like that tended to explode; One day, they'd find her with track marks in her arms, dangling from a pole on the seedy side of town in a schoolgirl costume.
The Vegas Special.
Jesus, he was glad he was telekinetic and not telepathic.
"In that case, you can't go home before the ball drops," he said over the music.
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Yes, she had made the comment about the spandex-wearing metal heads on purpose. It was just that twice recently, a person of interest had asked for her phone number. Both Devin and Theresa had called. Maddy returned those calls, and then nothing, nada, dial tone for days. She wasn't a robot. She had feelings.
She shrugged off the departure and grabbed each of them by the arm. "C'mon."
They'd dive into the crowd, jump around and dance until the count down. Then she'd con Brian into smooching them both so everyone went home a winner.