Outside the Kwik Stop; Thursday After Classes [05/16].

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Stewart was still feeling out his options for good dancing spots around the island. The T&C on Mondays felt like a given now, because that, he'd deduced, was when Summer worked, and while there were plenty of other places that were catching his eye as possible store fronts to start camping out in front of (the music store was almost too obvious a choice, but on his agenda), there was something about stored like T&C and the Kwik Stop that, despite lacking a parking lot, just had the right vibe.

And so he was there again with more cardboard, his boom box, pumping music to lose himself in, and some sick dance moves that were driven by trying to work something out in his head. Namely, knowing that he'd seen flyers around town for a party and was trying to decide if he wanted to subject himself to the indignity of a gathering that was not only very likely not at all his type of scene, but additionally awkward because he didn't know anyone here.

Dropping in on a hick house party was one thing, but he was a long way from Letterkenny.

So, for now, he was just going to dance it out in front of the Kwik Stop.

[[ and obviously, it's QUITE open, though I might be a little scattered today~ ]]