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Val got roped into chaperoning at least one of these things a year. He only agreed if Frank got roped in too. They set up shop near the back door so they could step outside and engage in a little fortifying smoke and take shots out of Val's never ending flask of fire whiskey.
But then of course, this was a Dresden dance and something was bound to get ridiculous. Vomit was probably the last predicted outcome of this evening.
It started somewhere in the middle, almost impossible to tell what happened. Maybe someone had passed out puking pastilles and now everyone else was heaving in sympathy.
"Frank, bro, half the students are blowing chunks."
Frank shrugged, a little too buzzed to really care what the students were doing. "Should we try to fix it?" he asked weakly.
Val laughed and opened the rear door for Frank to exit. "Fuck that noise. Let's go get lit."
But then of course, this was a Dresden dance and something was bound to get ridiculous. Vomit was probably the last predicted outcome of this evening.
It started somewhere in the middle, almost impossible to tell what happened. Maybe someone had passed out puking pastilles and now everyone else was heaving in sympathy.
"Frank, bro, half the students are blowing chunks."
Frank shrugged, a little too buzzed to really care what the students were doing. "Should we try to fix it?" he asked weakly.
Val laughed and opened the rear door for Frank to exit. "Fuck that noise. Let's go get lit."