The Boardwalk; Late Sunday Night.

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Depending on your perspective, Charlotte had either a really rough night at the bar, or a very productive one, considering the number of drinks she'd consumed. She, of course, was an optimist, so she was going to go with the latter. Just like she was going to tell herself that it was okay, people disappeared for over a week all the freaking time and Dale would be fine, even with giants...who didn't deal with giants? And he promised he'd be back and he wouldn't lie, would h--?

Charlotte's train of thought was interrupted as she stumbled a little, the heel of her shoe getting caught a little on the cracks between the boards of the boardwalk, and she regained her balance, blinking as she looked around. "Wait a minute," she muttered, narrowing her eyes at her surroundings. "This isn't the right way home...."


[[ expecting one, but certainly open for anyone else who might be around this late at night, before that one in the timeline ]]