“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” the blonde mumbled to herself as she glared at the apple cider booth standing in the spot where her usual favorite lemonade stall was at. That was the whole reason Tink had even bothered coming to this festival in the first place, for her spiked lemonade with the fancy bendy straws, and now she had to find out it was replaced by fucking apple cider?? Her life really couldn’t get much worse, now could it?













