Amalgaverse High

"Surf?" Pffft. "No, I don't surf." Carmichael twists the cap off the top of his bottle and takes a swig. "Do you... hell, what /do/ people do in Wyoming?" It's a valid question. Because seriously... what do they do?

"Nonsense. All people from California surf." Dakota says, serious-faced. And then comes that question, and she snorts. "Drugs, mostly." ... What, she's being honest. All the people she hung out with did, anyway. "It's a lot of empty space. Just like the brains of the people who live there."

That gets a snerk out of Carmichael, and he plays with the cap from his Coke bottle absently. "Drugs and empty spaces, huh? So did you like drop acid and go cow tipping?" Not that that doesn't sound like a blast. He swivels on his barstool for a second, looking around the bar, then, without making eye contact, asks, "So what would you say if I asked you to get out of here with me and go get something to eat?" Doo dee doo, watch the crowd, avoid looking over, ho humm.

"You say that like it's a joke, but cow tipping was the talk of the town. I didn't partake in it. I was much more interested in taping unicorn horns to the cows." Again, straight-faced. And oho, an invitation to go out and get food, Dakota is totally on board with that. She's going to be difficult as usual, though, resting her elbow on the counter, chin in her palm. "I'd say ask me again and this time, look at me."

 

On account of it being October, the most festive places are already decorating and the nightlife venues are certainly preparing for the Halloween holiday. The Zephyr is no exemption to this because what's better than teenage shenanigans on the last party holiday before everyone's trapped in their homes by snow and frigid temperatures. Fake spider webs hang from the ceilings and all sort of gruesome decorations are present on the walls and doors. The DJ is even sliding in a few themed tracks, just for the more Halloween enthuastic kids.

Alec is in a better mood than usual, which is saying something. He's currently chilling in an oversized, comfy chair with a drink in one hand and one of those massive pixi stix in the other. He's chugging the candy down like an addict getting their fix and there's already two discarded tubes on the ground in front of him. He's going to be /flying/. Maybe even literally.

Oh no, new kid alert. Carmichael's family just literally moved into town a few few days ago, and hailing from California, he's finding all this cold weather to be foreign and, well, /terrible/ what is this even? But he's heard tell that this is where the cool kids hand out, and since he's not starting classes until Monday, he figures he'll get a head's up on that whole meeting people thing. So, here he is, walking into the building and eyeing the decor for a moment before slipping out of his super cool red motorcycle jacket. Awww yeeeah.
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