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“Sure, we’ll join ya. We were just havin’ a couple drinks before going that way, anyway! I’m Anon, by the way.” you reply, taking a swig of beer, and then briefly introduce everyone to the new couple. Ben stifles a couple coughs, leaning over and handing his lit sherlock pipe over to Morgan.
“Do you happen to know who’s playin’ on the main stage, anyway?” he asks, smoke wisping out of his mouth. “I haven’t even looked at the set list since we got here.” Thalia reaches into her cargo shorts, pulling out and unfolding a thick pamphlet.
“Well I know there’s two bands, one does covers and the other’s got all original stuff…” she starts, her finger running down one of the pages. “Ah, here they are! Steve ‘N’ Seagulls and Dirtfoot.” Morgan coughs lightly, passing the lit pipe to Rochelle.
“Dir-” she starts, before a harder coughing fit runs through her, expelling all the smoke in her lungs. The fly shakes her head, clearing her throat. “Sorrrryyy~ Dirtfoot? What’s their stuff like?” she asks, wobbling slightly in her stool. The goat simply shrugs.
“Bryce and I haven’t heard ‘em, but the pamphlet describes ‘em as being some kinda gypsy punk. All I know is they got a sax player, and that’s enough for me to check them out!” Thalia answers, making all the bugs perk up.
“Hey, that could be good! I’m down!” Yvonne pipes in. The hornet’s attention returns back to Mara, the fox flipping over the last card on the table. You were able to catch a quick glance at the spread, when you feel something poke your arm. Looking back over, you find Rochelle offering you the lit sherlock pipe, that lazy smile still on her face, smoke escaping from the corners of her lips. Your brow furrowed for a moment, an odd familiarity itching in the back of your mind, but you shake it off. Giving the mosquito a smile, you take the pipe, but opt not to take a puff. You glance at Ben, gesturing at the couple, and he nods in response.
“Do you two smoke, by the way?” you ask, offering the pipe to Bryce, who was the closest. He eagerly took the pipe, a wide smile on his face.
“Fuck yeah we do, thanks! I haven’t had earth-grown weed in years.” he answers, taking a small hit from the pipe. His odd comment made your eyebrow rise.
“Years? The portals have only been open for, what, a year and change?” Ben asks, beating you to the punch. Bryce nods, passing the pipe to his wife, who also took a small hit. “I have an ‘Oh’ of that, by the way, you don’t need to take small puffs. Appreciated, though!” your friend adds.
“Noted, thanks! And yeah, Thalia and I have only been on this side of the portals for… shit, a couple weeks now, I think?” Bryce begins. “It’s a bit of a story, wanna walk n’ talk to the main stage?” he then asks.
“May as well! Does anyone want an extra beer for when we get there?” Ben replies, then asks, leaning over from his seat to crack open the cooler. A cluster of ‘Yeah’ and ‘Sure’ sounds out from the bugs and yourself, though you notice Mara shaking her head.
“I might have a beer later, but I think I’ll stay here for now, and keep watch over the fire. I have a feeling a few more customers may come by while you’re away, and I would be most disappointed to miss them.~” the fox says, and turns to your camp neighbors. “If you two are interested after the show, I’d be
delighted to read your fortunes.~” she offers, and with a flick of her wrist, another business card appears between her fingers, which she then hands to Thalia, in exchange for Ben’s sherlock pipe. The goat looks over the card, her eyes slightly narrowed, but a smile still crossed her features.
“Maybe! I’ll let our friend Cici know, too, she’s really into this kinda stuff.” Thalia replies, pocketing the card. Mara’s signature wider-than-normal smile appears, the fox nodding.
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