[ Kirk hollered as loud as the rest of the people in the stadium, leaning back in his plush seat (more like a booth, but it was still plush), raising his glass of booze in exuberance as the nights' festivities began to take off. He couldn't recall exactly how they had scored these tickets - they being himself and Remy - but he was going to enjoy them with his orange band around his arm.
He looked to his companion, grinning brightly in the dimmer lighting (the main show was, of course, the most brightly lit to help the contestants gleam the brightest). ]
You going to put down bets? Buy me something nice?
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He looked to his companion, grinning brightly in the dimmer lighting (the main show was, of course, the most brightly lit to help the contestants gleam the brightest). ]
You going to put down bets? Buy me something nice?