Adventures of a Plutocrat & Petit Porcelet [Event]

We like our fun and we never fight, you can't dance and stay uptight
It's a supernatural delight, everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Nessa Cordelia Lux

"Oh my gosh! This is super cute, I love it!"  Nessa proclaimed loudly as she eyed her reflection in her compact. She had just enjoyed a glass of 'Razzle Dazzle', a tall cocktail glass of rainbow coloured alcohol. And now she knew why, as she eyed the rainbow colour highlights that streaked her hair, she found herself delighted by this little magical tweak. "Amazing! And delicious too, can I try something else?" She asked eagerly, swinging side to side on the stall outside of the vendors stall.

At the moment, she was out on her own for the Urban Nights event. After hours of deliberating over who to invite, she had given up on the mental gymnastics and decided to head out solo. Because despite being her boyfriend, she sincerely doubted that Markus would enjoy the event and since the faux wedding, she had been apprehensive to invite him to things that she didn't think he would enjoy. The last thing she wanted was to end up fighting with him again, it was easier just to avoid such troubles. As for the rest of her friendslist, well she just didn't want to bother anyone. Things were... weird right now. The Starlight Maiden often found herself overthinking any social scenarios, people were either too busy or didn't seem interested. At least, this was what she found herself internalizing. It was... incredibly lonely.

But what could she do, stay in like a sad sap and let Rex think she was vulnerable. That simply wasn't an option, fake it until you make it right? So that's what she had decided to do, slipping into some party attire including a bright yellow crop top, flat cap, amber shades and denim shorts. She and her strappy heels had hit the streets of Magnolia and thrown herself into the party scene, waving at the familiar faces of magnolia but never really engaging. The white-haired girl had found her way to a barstool, after grabbing a menu she had ordered the first thing she had seen without a second thought. And so, her violet eyes watched eagerly as the bartender prepared her another cocktail, and then another, and another, and so on. How many was that now? She couldn't remember, but as the mysterious concoctions eased their way into her system she found herself feeling better. Much better!

She sipped on another tall fruity cocktail, suckling the straw idly as she pulled up out her white and pink iLac. Scrolling through it idly, she would found a selfie she had taken with the other strangers at the bar. When had she taken a selfie? She wondered, forgetting that only ten minutes earlier she had begged the bar vendor to take it for her. Shrugging, she posted it onto her Lacbook page, showing off her rainbow streaks and celebrating the event with a perky status. It seemed that everything was blurring together at this point, the drinks were very tasty and went down perhaps a little too easily. She wished Markus was here to enjoy these drinks with her, but he didn't have an iLac. Contacting him wasn't so easy these days, and it was perhaps one of the irks of their relationship that she, when sober,  chose to ignore. His refusal to step into the age of modern-day technology and communication, was it so bad to just want to text her beau?

She sighed audibly, the strangers that had been sat with her had all scurried off to dance, meaning she was now sat at the bar by herself. Alone, again. "You know what! Screw dat! Pah!" She barked loudly all of a sudden, scrolling onto her contacts, she found the name of someone fun, someone who would enjoy this event. He would enjoy this event right? Eh, Who cared! It was worth a shot. The phone would ring and she would hear the pause of answer; "Looooooooouuuuuuu, HIIII! Issa me, Nesssssssaaaah! You should come to pardaaaay, Urban Nights babey woot woot!"  She crooned down the phone, "I betta see your snacc attacc butt here prontoooo, kaaay? Don't be no lame-o! Toooodle pip~" And with that she hung up, satisfied with her invite, she would order herself another drink as she waited to see if the blonde would show up. Gosh, how she hoped he would show up.

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That was all Louie could say after hearing what he just heard. He was alone tonight, watching cheesy soap operas from Midi on LacFlix in his evening velvet robe until a phone call had interrupted his entertainment. When he first looked at the phone, he was completely prepared to impatiently swipe on red until he realized it was none other than Nessa Cordelia Lux trying to reach him—although she was conveniently renamed to 'Petit Porcelet' in his iLac.

When he answered the phone, he couldn't even get a full sentence out before his speakers were blown out with the loud, booming greeting of Nessa. She was so incredibly loud that he had instinctively whipped his iLac away from his ears and was still able to hear her clearly. At first, he couldn't believe that it was Nessa speaking, and when he accepted that it was, he was speechless throughout her entire call. Instead, he held his iLac out in front of him and stared at it with a look of astoundment. She, loudly, invited him out and then abruptly hung up. There was a beginning, middle, and end to that one-sided conversation and Louie had no part in any of it.

Regardless of the manner in which she did it, Louie was nonetheless provoked to meet up with her. He didn't know what this 'Urban Nights' thing was or anything like that, but he could hardly pass up an opportunity to witness this normally pea-brained woman have such an increase in gall and belligerence!   


Over half an hour had passed before Louie had finally found her. Nessa, being the dull-witted, mediocre woman she was, didn't think to provide a location in her thunderous invite and left Louie to his own devices to find her. Luckily, the blonde was correct in assuming she was at a bar and quickly found her at a stool, drinking. As he walked over to her, Louie still had this astounded look on his face. Walking throughout this festival was like walking through a PRIDE Parade. It was as if a rainbow pissed all over the town and the people thought it was rain. However, being a man of fun and parties, Louie was equal parts shocked and eager.

As colorful as it all was, he was no longer distracted by the vibrant decorations and walked up behind his white-haired... couchon. For a moment, he was glaring at her hair and the rainbow highlights added to it. It wasn't there before, but neither was any of this, so he supposed anything could go now. Perhaps the only thing appealing about her was her sense of dressing, and even Louie could admit that despite her behavior, she looked... okay.

Pop! His finger flicked the back of her head with an unconcerned amount of force. Standing behind her was none other than the pompous Louie Calvin Klein, well-dressed and dapper as usual, even after sudden calls. The sour and inconvenienced look on his face sharpened into a self-important smirk as it usually did when he was with her, and he scoffed.

"Are you blind or something? Turn around!"

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We like our fun and we never fight, you can't dance and stay uptight
It's a supernatural delight, everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Nessa Cordelia Lux

Those forty-five minutes flew by for drunk Nessa.

Since ending the call inviting Louie Calvin Klein to join her, she had since finished another cocktail and was now doing shots of what the bartender called 'Agua', which was actually just shots of water. But he didn't need to tell Nessa that, it seemed that he decided she had had enough for the night and took it upon himself to sober her up a little. The faux shots were a means to dilute some of the quantity of alcohol she had drunken so far out of her system. Challenging her to try this 'amazing clear coloured alcohol' as he had so put it coaxing her to down it and be surprised because 'somehow it tastes like water'. And Nessa who had imbibed a significant number of cocktails thus far, had fully fallen for the tactic, knocking back another shot moments before Louie approached her. "Woooooooooooooo, yeaaaah, I could go all night babeeey!" She chirped airily, bobbing in her seat along to the music. She wanted to get on the dancefloor, but she wanted to wait until Louie got here before doing so. Still, the music was tempting her, with its upbeat rhythm, it was a perfect song to let loose to.

"Ouchie!" She cried out when she felt a sudden tap on her head, although it hadn't hurt that much, what with the alcohol numbing her pain, she felt compelled to cry out anyway. Then, hearing his voice, Nessa spun in her chair to face him, face lighting up as her eyes rested on the handsome blonde. She would squeal, jumping up off of her seat, she threw her arms around the man's neck in a happy hug. "Loooooouweeeey~ She greeted him happily before letting go, "I'm so happeh you came, now we can partay, here have a shot of this. It's called 'Agua', issa really, really strong!" She told him, handing him a shot of H20 before dancing backwards away from him to give him room to enjoy the drink. Despite her inebriation, she was still coherent enough to recognise that he had turned up. She had invited him on a drunken hopeful whim, and now he was here. So now she didn't have to celebrate the night alone anymore and that itself was enough to raise Nessa's spirits to an entire new level.

"Let's gooooo, Louuuu. I've been dyin' to danse all night and finally, I have zomeone worth dansing with!" She told him, grabbing him by the wrist as he so often did to her, she would attempt to steer him towards the dancefloor. She would merge herself into the crowd of jumping bodies, hips swaying to the music she allowed herself to match the beat. Nessa quickly found herself bopping along to the sounds that boomed around them, losing herself in the music. And even drunk well, Nessa knew how to move, the only difference now, was the confidence that her state was giving her. Allowing her to dance more freely than she normally would and thus enjoy herself more.

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So, there was a lot to take in here. When Nessa had leapt off her chair and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a drunken hug, Louie had a look of shock and disbelief on his face. A look of 'Did you really just do that?' written all over it. He didn't have time to react or say a word before she pulled away, offering him a shot of... agua. At first, Louie thought it was just a misleading name for a deceptively heavy drink, but once he inspected it, he realized it was just... water. Nothing special! Just water!

So, there Louie was, standing next to a Nessa who was so terribly hammered with alcohol that she could have been convinced that a cup of piss was spiked lemonade, and still drink it. There was a woman who would have normally worn a filter with her words and had now reminded him of the unrefined party girls of Hosenka when tipsy. Any responsible adult would have attempted to sober her up, order her a taxi, and send her home, but Louie was far from being a man of responsibility. In a moment of clarity, Louie's shocked expression had transformed into a wide, wildly entertained grin. It was a mischievous look of someone who had only intended to enable bad behavior.

"Bête! You're totally hammered!" Louie cackled, letting himself be dragged by his drunken porcelet before realizing what she had been calling him, "Pffthaha!—and don't call me Lou, couchon!"

At the end of the day, Louie was a man of party life. Back in Napedia, while the typical idea of a party looked incredibly formal with catering services and classical music being played in the background, Louie was often the kid who found other like-minded teens and partied in a way that looked like Urban Nights. As a result, the posh and pompous plutocrat's standards significantly dropped when having fun. Being dragged to the dance floor, Louie snatched drinks left and right off of waitress dishes as he passed by, drinking them casually. He could tell that this night would be a very intoxicated one. Nessa had wasted no time in showing off her obvious skill in dancing, and Louie had been feeding her confidence all while exercising some moves of his own, taking sips in between.


If it wasn't clear before, it was now clear that Louie could not hold his liquor. After fifteen minutes of downing drink from drink, Louie's face was pink and peals of tipsy laughter spilled from his mouth.


"Fuck'em up, porcelet! Fuck'em up!" Louie chanted, along with screaming other gibberish in his native tongue. He seemed to speak less and less of this country's language with the more alcohol that entered his bloodstream, and as eloquent and 'sexy' as it might've sounded to everyone who didn't understand—it was complete drunken nonsense.

During the prime of their dancing, two twin girls had approached them in identical raver outfits. Overall, they both looked pretty cool, but once Louie had realized that they were demanding their attention, he had looked at them as if he was experiencing difficulty in understanding what exactly he was looking at. There was a long pause before he suddenly burst out into laughter with a stupid grin on his face.

"Caméléons anorexiques! Pfft!" Louie cackled, before abruptly offended, "Wait, you aren't challenging us, are you? You aren't that dumb, oui?" he looked at the two girls who met his gaze with two identical smirks. Suddenly, the two broke out into dance, their moves synchronized and complex. The space cleared for the four of them, creating an open circle for their sudden dance battle, the crowd holding out their iLacs and egging them on like a school fight.

When they did this, Louie looked like a Desiertan being called the 'N-word'—a mixture of shock and anger. Without hesitation, he handed his glass to some random child in the crowd, looking back at Nessa. "Petit porcelet! Look at this shit! Look at what they're doing to me!"

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We like our fun and we never fight, you can't dance and stay uptight
It's a supernatural delight, everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Nessa Cordelia Lux

A more sober version of the Starlight Maiden might have found an inkling of mortification in the events that followed, only slight but certainly present. The girl that had situated herself in the centre of the dancefloor, a horde of joggling bodies moving around her, eyes watching the girl and her equally intoxicated partner as they performed moves reflecting their inebriated delight. Louie's encouraging albeit crude chants spurring on the white-haired twenty-year-old as she showed off her experience in an unfiltered manner. Tongue between her teeth, a wild grin on her delicate features. She was bent forward so that her body formed a curve, legs apart, hands on her knees for support as her hips shook fervently up and down. The motion causing the jiggling of the woman's assets which would be seen as both frivolous and accidentally coquettish. Normally she wouldn't dance so suggestively but it was fun and she stupendously drunk.

The girl had been so caught up in the fun of twerking that she hadn't enough noticed as Louie had begun to talk to a set of twins. It was only when he approached Nessa did she stop dancing and jump up, leaning in to hear him better over the booming speakers. When she registered what it was that he had been pointing out to her, her violet irises would slide sideway, directed now at the twin girls in matching apparel. They were cute and were this a normal scenario, Nessa might have gushed over their union of fashion. But the dawning of the realisation that they were being challenged would awaken the sleeping dragon that lay within the layers of the Ace's being; Competitiveness. Fueled by the toxic fluid that coursed through her body, influencing her with empowered confidence and amplified fire. It was go time.

Her eyes would narrow at the females, her lips morphing into a sassy smirk. She shifted her weight onto her right leg, raising her hand up. Finger pointed to the sky, she would move her hand in a circular motion, her neck mimicking the movement as she did so, stomping her feet to further express her attitude. "Aww hells nah!" She cried out, "You wanna come at us? PAH! Come Lou, les give the Shining Twins an edumacation!" She retorted. Whether to DJ had noticed the impending dance-off or whether he just had really, really good timing. The music would shift into a more consistent rhythm, a recent hit that was perfect for busting a move to. The twins didn't waste any time, breaking into a clearly rehearsed routine, they were very symmetrical, playing off the fact they looked alike to create a mirror-like effect with their moves.

But even drunk Nessa could see that despite their preparation, their moves weren't clean. As the ex-head cheerleader of Fiorian High watched the girls, year of dance training under her belt, she quickly noticed the hints of sloppiness in their deliveries. They were too loose, their hits off the mark, their kicks would fall even so slightly short of straight and their fingers too relaxed. They were throwing their limbs out, releasing control too early. This was going to be a cakewalk. "Cute," Nessa said dryly, as the girls wrapped up their first piece, Nessa would look at Louie. Since the installation of DDR in the guildhall, Nessa and Louie had become quite acquainted with each other capabilities. He was an excellent dancer and so was she, it didn't matter that they were drunk they were going to crush this. And as Nessa stepped up she would wait for the beat drop before letting loose. And it was pretty clear as soon as the Fairy Tail mages started dancing that, try as they might, their competition didn't stand a chance.

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And she was right—despite their melting minds and intoxicated bodies, Nessa Cordelia Lux and Louie Calvin Klein of Fairy Tail could still bust some moves, even when drunk. Although the twin dancers mirrored each other, moving with perfect synchronization and impressive choreography, it all seemed inferior to the Fairy Tail wizards' dancing. The pair were precise, controlled, and yet fun and graceful with their movements. Louie sometimes complimented Nessa's dancing and sometimes went off on his own sort of freestyle. He moved in ways that you wouldn't think a man of his status would care to move.

The dance-off was brief, but it was clear that by the end of Louie and Nessa's improvised routine that they had won without a shadow of a doubt. If their moves weren't already superior enough, the booming cheers from the surrounding crowd of people made it clear that the pair would walk away with a well-deserved victory under their belts and free drinks in their bloodstream. The twins indignantly stormed out of the bar after that, leaving the swarm of drunks to cheer on a pair of drunks. Everyone was drunk.

"Pffthahaha! Magnifique, petit porcelet! They just got so fucked! Bêteee! Pfthaha—" Louie laughed belligerently, taking his hands and roughly petting Nessa on the top of her head. He continued to do this, laughing and all, until a tinge of anger appeared on his face, "—and don't call me Lou! Allons! " he snapped at her, reacting to the nickname minutes after it was said. After that, Louie staggered through the crowd and made a path to the exit, dragging Nessa by her hand on the way. Just earlier this night, Louie had stepped into that bar as dapper and posh as ever. However, when he stepped out, the ends of his hair were rainbow and colorful, and his face was a glowing pink as alcohol filled his bloodstream. His shirt was a little loose and he wasn't as elegant in his stride. In other words, he was a hot mess.

The streets weren't very different than the bar, with crowds of people swarming every space on either side of the road. There were food booths, dancers, and other festivities scattered here and there. The noise made his head throb like a drum! In fact, he could've sworn it was a drum doing this! Cackling to himself, Louie released Nessa from his drunken grip and leaned back against the wall, looking at her. He stared, and then stared some more, and then started again until he burst into laughter. He was laughing for no apparent reason, and began to say gibberish in his native tongue again...

However, as the crowd began to congregate towards the middle of the road, it was clear that Louie's drumming head wasn't just a feeling after all. In the center of the street were none other than drummers and their paint drums, colorfully banging on the instruments as the liquid splashed up into the air with each thump. It was mesmerizing to look at and fun to imagine doing, but Louie was just standing outside of the bar, laughing at Nessa hysterically. He didn't even notice the event.

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We like our fun and we never fight, you can't dance and stay uptight
It's a supernatural delight, everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Nessa Cordelia Lux

Nessa was far too inebriated to take note of Louie's strange behaviour, in fact when he laughed. Without knowing what was so funny, she found herself laughing too, tickled by his apparent amusement. She giggled and she giggled until her sides hurt. Palms pressed into her knees, as she attempted to compose herself. After what felt like an age of laughter, she straightened up, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. "I'm so glad you came Louuuuu, I haven't seen you in foreveeeeer." She cooed casually, they had been somewhat estranged since that incident. She had been slightly concerned over the state of their friendship, but the fact he was here, laughing and dancing with her. It was incredibly reassuring.

She would sway from side to side to the rhythmic beats that echoed around them, "Thisss music is soo good. It's like... drums and stuff." She slurred simply, looking back into the crowd for the source of the sound. Her eyes zoning in on another area of the streets where folks had gathered to dance. It was so vibrant and lively like the area was practically emanating colours to match the mood. At least this was what she assumed until she realised that she wasn't imagining that. There were colours flying into the air, streams of rainbow-hued streaks covering the dancefloor and everyone in it. As she realised what the cause of this was, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Oh my gooooooosh, we have to do that!" She squealed, and grabbing Louie's hand once more, she would yank him over to the crowd. Squeezing her way over to the drumming area,  she scurried to the fright with all the eagerness of a hungry puppy seeking a treat.

It didn't take long for the current drummer to notice her, shooting her a grin he passed the drumsticks to her, and she eagerly took her place infront of the drums. Following the pace of the music around them, she allowed herself to let loose. It sounded amazing and worked perfectly with the background music. The equally intoxicated crowd cheered excitedly, and Nessa soon found her rhythmic. Shooting Louie an ecstatic grinned as she proceeded to slam her sticks into the drums, paint flying everywhere in a beautiful and somewhat artistic manner. Her outfit would be covered, and parts of her arms, legs and face too. Some even got in her hair, but she didn't care, because she having way too much fun.

As the song came to an end, Nessa ended with a zealous run of drumming and a big bang. Dropping the sticks on the drums, she threw her arms into the air and cheered along with the crowd, lost in the euphoria of the scene. The sense of comradery and fun near enough washing away any frustrations she had began the night with. She stepped away from the drums as others stepped in to begin another set. Turning to Louie she learned over to him, "Should we go get more drinks?" She asked, realising it had been a while since she had drunken anything. Which might mean that this good feeling would wear off soon, and she really didn't want that.

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We like our fun and we never fight, you can't dance and stay uptight
It's a supernatural delight, everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Nessa Cordelia Lux

As far as fun nights went, this had to be one of the most enjoyable Night's Nessa had spent out with a friend in what felt like the longest time. Despite the fact that neither she or Louie had ever confirmed that they were actual friends, as far as Nessa's was concerned she really enjoyed Louie's company. He was a little hot-headed and brutal at times, but he was also funny and knew how to enjoy the moment. It was shaping up to be a really great evening, and at this point, Nessa was really glad that she had invited Louie to join her.

"You knoooow, you call me that a looot. Wassit mean?" She slurred, she had been curious about the little Napedian nickname that he had given her. She didn't know what it meant, but it sounded endearing. She figured it couldn't hurt to know what it actually meant, not that it would be anything bad, right?

As Louie began to babble on merrily, Nessa would chuckle in drunken amusement. "Aha! You see Sirrrrr, I am quite the talented laaaydeee, I used to be a cheerleader you know, head cheerleader, great co-or.. co-ordinayshhhion!" She explained smugly, "Ahh, booo~ That sucks, I love parties, I used to partttty all the time." She told him, this should have made her sad but it didn't in fact it just reminded her of what a fun night she was having. "Do you miss it though, you know, Nappydeeya?" As Louie leaned over to steal her drink, she would feign an expression of mock-offense, all the whilst grinning back at the blonde.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Nu-nu-nu, z'issssss is mine!" She told him, spinning away in a rather wobbly twirl and taking a step away from him. Knocking the shot back in the process and finishing it off, "Haha!" She cheered victoriously.

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We like our fun and we never fight, you can't dance and stay uptight
It's a supernatural delight, everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Nessa Cordelia Lux

Nessa would shuffle slightly to the right, finding a nearby wall to lean against, something to help with the sensation of dizziness that coursed through her right now. She cocked her head to the side as she listening to him talking about Napedia. Brushing off her question casually, before grinning at her merrily. He followed with a question of his own, one that would throw her off. Her eyes would flicker with a little sadness, as she glanced down to the floor. Normally, she was better at handling this sort of off-handed question, but the alcohol in her system was making a little more sensitive than usual.

After a moment, she glanced up, wearing a forced smile. "Yeah, Magnolia, born and raised." She twisted against the wall, so that she was looking out into the crowd. "Dad's around, Mum passed away when I was fourteen." She told him, her voice slightly quieter than before. "I miss her. She was like... tha best you know. She would have liked you... do you have anyone you miss?" She told him warmly, thinking about how Cordelia Lux would have taken their friendship. "Ooooh!! Maybe one day you can meet my Dad! That would be cooooooool," She suggested in a slightly perkier tone, momentary sadness washed away at the thought of introducing her Dad to another good friend of hers.

She blinked at him when he tried to explain what her little Napedian nickname meant, confused for a moment, before grinning back at him goofily. "Why, Of course!" She replied, before bursting into giggles over her friend's silliness.  As the giggle's fizzled out, she would look up at him. Her face a picture of pleasant merriment as a thought crossed her mind. "I'm so glad you came out to paaartaaay, it was so fun Lou. I'm so luckeeeh you know, to have you as a friend."

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We like our fun and we never fight, you can't dance and stay uptight
It's a supernatural delight, everybody was dancin' in the moonlight
Nessa Cordelia Lux

Louie's words only proved to amuse Nessa more in her giddy state, casually bopping to the music as she leaned there. For the first time in a while, she felt really good. She felt like the fact that Louie hadn't denied her statement of friendship meant they really were friends and she couldn't ask for more. Nessa loved making friends, she craved it deeply. She craved company and hated being lonely, one of the main strains of dating a Dies Irae mage was being so far from him. She missed Markus so much, but her own desire not to be a pushy girlfriend meant she rarely chased him. Meaning that she would endure long bouts of loneliness away from him. But to have friends to be with and enjoy the company of? That was something else she missed. And missed even when with Markus, so the possibility of making a friend, someone to fill that void in her heart.

Turning to Louie once more, she would beam at him with a goofy grin. Saying nothing but just relishing in this happy thought, as suddenly he grabbed her cheeks. Feeling her face yanked back and forth as he declared his annoyance, "Mmmhpmhth!!" She groaned from the sudden attack on her face, before reaching forward and pinching his nose with equal force. "NEVAAAAAAAAAH!" She declared loudly, her voice slightly muffled from the stretching of her cheeks, "You arrrr sttthuck wif me, whevaa you like or not! HAHA, Come on Lou. Les go dens sum moaaaar!" And letting go of his nose, she yanked his hand off her cheek. Moving to the side, she would link her arm with his and happily skip back towards the streets. Where the partying would undoubtedly continue...

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