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"If we're lucky." One year someone made the bad decision to bring their country music collection. They were practically booed out of the party, but thankfully replaced by hair metal. The rest of the night rocked the 80's. He squeezed Addy into his side and took a sharp turn in the woods, tugged by the invitation in his pocket. "Secret path," he whispered.
It got a little tricky here, the invitation tended to pull kids around to loose any people who might be following them or the wayward chaperon who wandered out this way. Whoever invented these things was a genius, Luka wanted to thank them personally. Before long they arrived at the boathouse. From the outside it looked as abandoned as ever, perfectly silent. As soon as he opened the door however, music spilled out along with the excited chattering of the secret party guests. "After you."
It got a little tricky here, the invitation tended to pull kids around to loose any people who might be following them or the wayward chaperon who wandered out this way. Whoever invented these things was a genius, Luka wanted to thank them personally. Before long they arrived at the boathouse. From the outside it looked as abandoned as ever, perfectly silent. As soon as he opened the door however, music spilled out along with the excited chattering of the secret party guests. "After you."