WHO: Morgan and Dean WHERE: The Avalon WHEN: Week 7. Sunday, evening WHY: Bad weather shuts down the club. WARNINGS: Maybe some swearing
Morgan was used to weird stuff, living in a place like Crescent Hills. At first, the storm outside had seemed perfectly normal. A storm, a bit out of nowhere, that sent everyone scurrying for cover. He'd had a bit of a rush for a half hour or so, people having a quick drink, while they waited for it to pass. When it became clear it wasn't passing, most had made a run for their cars, heading home. A few hours later, it was snow that was falling outside, and there was only one person left in the club, besides himself. Morgan opened the door for only a second, and slammed it shut just as quickly, as the wind whistled its way inside.
"Listen hun, I'm closing up in about five minutes," he said loudly to the last customer, as he walked back into the main room. "It's vicious out there."