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As she stood on the fringe of the festivities, observing the townsfolk revel in the celebratory atmosphere, Kassia couldnât help but feel that the town was merely trying to delay the inevitable; misery and destruction always seemed to find its way to East End eventually. Although, that wasnât to say that the huntress didnât enjoy the parties and celebrations while they were in full swing, not yet ruined by supernatural disasters or bloody murders. Any excuse to get drunk and rowdy was good enough for Kassia Thorne.Â
She turned to look at her brother, a pleasant smile on her lips as she sipped her own beer. The pair had been spending a lot more time together lately than they had in years, and their bickering was no where near as ferocious as it had once been in their youth. Kass was enjoying being able to have something of a normal, amicable relationship with her older brother. âOh, it makes no fucking sense to me. But Iâve never been one to say no to a party,â she grinned before finishing the rest of her beer in one final gulp, the alcohol already buzzing throughout her system. âCâmon, letâs go see what theyâve got in the way of food - beer gives me the munchies.â She grabbed her brotherâs hand, practically dragging the older male into the throngs of people that lined the streets of East End.
âThatâs true. You know thatâs how we knew where to find you when you were a kid. Weâd just put our ears out for the nearest party and - bam - there youâd be. Some things never change, right?â At least sheâd gotten invited to things. Roscoe had never been like Kassia, brave enough to make friends with whoever she came into contact with. Heâd always been envious of her ability to do just that, but as heâd grown older, heâd become content with his family.
And now there wasnât much of that left.
âFuck, finally. Iâve been smelling those goddamn cheeseburgers for the past half hour and it was driving me nuts.â He offered no resistance, instead letting his voice communicate his disregard as he was pulled into the crowds. âDo you think they have pretzels anywhere? A pretzel with cheese sounds even better. Or shit - maybe a burger with a pretzel in it - wait shit - Kass? I think I might be drunk,â he said, breaking off long enough to lean up against a post of a tent. âEverything is...spinny.â










