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Jamie had settled in a chair with some kind of crazy ass drink that he didn't know exactly what was in it but the bartender had talked him into it. He stirred it with the umbrella, giving the salt on the rim of the glass a suspicious look.
Looking at the costumes was fun but it was kind of hard to tell what certain things were when all the girls were Elektra colored and all the guys were Daredevil colored. Okay, now he was just being an extra nerd. It was bad enough that he was comic book-ified.
The leather outfit was surprisingly comfortable but the ruby red visor was annoying and cutting into his ears. Plus he now had absolutely no depth perception. Oh well - authenticity was what he was striving for. He sipped the drink and made a face but didn't put it down. Why was he here again?