there was a small celebration in the local park. The kids wanted to go. And Bob had been adamant in staying at home while Linda and the kids went off to join the other people in what he thought was a stupid celebration. Some sort of extension to Lobsterfest yet again. Or something. He couldn’t be that sure anymore, considering that he’d just emptied the flask of alcohol Linda had bought for herself in his boredom trying to look for them in the crowd. His head a little groggy and there’s a bit of a lurch in his step that he barely notices stepping on someone’s foot until they’re shoving at his shoulder lightly in aggravation. The mustachioed restauranter spinning around and only to see what he thought was Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing. “ Patrick Swayze! I thought you died! “ Without even breaking eye contact with the man, he elbowed lightly the nearest person to him and turned towards them, sucking the flash dry before speaking, in a vain effort to wet his lips. “ Hey! Hey! Look — it’s Patrick Swayze. You should dance with him. “ ——— @joannahunts .