A Club in Brooklyn, NYC, Friday Night
Feb. 9th, 2024 10:21 am“Sp– fuck, it’s busy out there.” When Atton had texted Summer earlier that day, this... wasn’t really what he’d expected. Sure, they’d been moving up to bigger venues than their little dinky bars recently, but not like. Well.
There were at least a few hundred people out there. Was that even legal?
( We're going to have to start selling merch, Trent said sagely. )
[[ expecting one ]]
There were at least a few hundred people out there. Was that even legal?
( We're going to have to start selling merch, Trent said sagely. )
[[ expecting one ]]