Oct 9, 2019
“I seriously hate this place,” Mercy said grumpily, shaking around the bag of way too expensive popcorn for a particularly butter-soaked kernel. It was chilly by the boardwalk, breeze stronger due to the close proximity to the beach, which did nothing to brighten his mood, “I used to come here all the time when I was younger and I think... at least 70% of the time if I didn’t witness someone projectile vomiting it was ‘cause it was landing on my lap dramatically. This whole place just smells like puke to me now - that’s some psychological thing, isn’t it?”