“oh, yeah, forgot that to mention that first part,” evette replied, grinning as the other took the the bag from her. “and it’s hardly chanel — it’s from target. but even target is getting expensive these days. you know how it is. i might have to start buying lottery tickets, too.” the cryptic nature of shay’s words made her eyebrows lift as she followed her inside, bolting the old-fashioned wooden door behind them. “please don’t say a ouija board, because despite how it may seem, i do value my life. also, possession is never fun. haven’t you seen paranormal activity? pretty sure that was basically a documentary. very hard-hitting.” she was being sarcastic, of course — mostly. sure, paranormal activity wasn’t exactly a work of investigative journalism, but the idea of summoning spirits into their midst didn’t appeal to evette. “if the answer is lots and lots of weed, i think the others will be happy. melanie might actually piss herself with excitement, actually. she forgot to bring her stash.” and so far, there wasn’t a whole lot to do when they were in the middle of nowhere with spotty wifi and barely any cell service.