10 Hours Later
Most of the past 5 hours were a blur to Dolemeck. Argo has introduced him to what possibly was the best drink he had tasted since spiced apple cider. There were bright lights, happy cries from the crowds, beautiful women, and handsome men. It was unlike any party he had experienced before, or even knew of.
But now. He felt a tad bit hung over. His head was ringing, he had several strands of Mardi Gras beads about his neck, and a wreath on his head. Where was he? Blinking, Dolemeck groaned and poked Argo, who happened to be next to him.
"Argo... that was the best party ever." He said with a smile. "But I got some questions. 1. Where is my wheelchair and 2. Where are we?"
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