Let the Good Times Roll


She breathlessly pushed through the rowdy crowd, looking back for the person in the skull mask with the scythe who pursued her. She was so close to the party bus she’d rode to the French Quarter in, if she could just get inside she’d be safe. A foot away from the bus she saw her girlfriends reboarding. They drunkenly waved and smiled. Noise drowned out her cries for help. Her head jerked back as the mardi gras beads around her neck tightened from behind. She was snatched into the crowd.When the crowd cleared she was nowhere to be found.

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  1. great party

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