WHERE: halloween hex-travaganza. pre-blackout.
WHO: @chloexli & jess.
He hadn’t come to Rhode Island prepared for, well, much of anything, but he certainly hadn’t had any Halloween costumes shoved into one of the three suitcases that now contained everything he owned. Maybe he could pass as a superhero in disguise if he donned a simple baseball cap, glasses, and black hoodie with the hood pulled up. They weren’t inconspicuous in the real world, but at least, maybe, he wouldn’t stick out in a sea of vampires and Elsas.
Staying in would have been the wisest option, of course, but he was too antsy to sit still. The room was too quiet, his thoughts too loud. And the celebrations were so close.
What were the chances he’d run into one of the five people he was currently avoiding?
Choosing to brave the crowd not fifteen minutes later in his undercover hero getup, he did his best to stick to the crowds, feeling entirely out of his element. He’d grown up in a small town and had lived in Boston for nearly a decade, but the feeling of being overwhelmed slithered beneath his skin, sinking into his veins.
But without a plan or a job and only his meager savings to carry him for... however long it took him to find his feet here, he needed the kind of intel only a local would possess. And an educated guess meant that literally anyone here would fit the bill. So, he simply tapped the shoulder of the person closest to him. “Hypothetical question for you: if someone knew absolutely nothing about where to find the best and cheapest alcohol in town, where would you tell them to start?”
