Two t-shirts? Check. Stringy dirty blond hair? Usually. A little pink and purple eye-shadow with eyeliner? Check. Ice-blue contacts? Check.
Clan Ma-Ma Techie ready to tech.
Or strung out Shaggy. Which the stray dog that had decided his left leg was sexually appealing while he was parking his bike didn't do anything to discourage the notion of. Pretty sure at least two people in line had Snapchatted and Instagrammed the hell out of Scrappy Doo getting his freak on. That dark spot on the pants leg? Totally better be blowback from riding the bike. Thank gawwwwwd he hadn't worn long shorts like the movie.
Wut, wut.
Goth music. It's a little slower but still has that heavy ntz ntz that some people loved so much. And, really, it's just a flavor of EDM. Like this vanilla vodka drink is totally a flavor.
Also, these costumes. These people. Hooooooly.
"Hey!"
He yelled at a bloody face.
"Hey!"
He totallypushed his way throughskirted the edges of the crowd, waved to Campanella and Faye on the way, until uniting with Ma-Ma.
"That came out great! Say the line! 'Toss them over the balcony!'"
Hey, look. There's an actual balcony.