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Goddamn it was Hell to be back.

Why had he even bothered? Dominic had been asking himself that since setting foot in that fucking carnival. Fucking nostalgia. That's why. Carroll was like a black hole and just sucked you in. He'd been missing it since he'd left. Missing his family. And he'd thought the atmosphere of the carnival might have softened the tension between the brothers. He found out pretty quickly that he'd thought wrong.

Then Batholomew had to go and show up.

Which meant something was up.

And Dom needed a drink.

He knew he'd told her he'd text and meet her outside, the description of his truck given, but now his sister's (and now his mother's) voice was ringing through his head that it wouldn't be very gentlemanly of him to usher her out of her house alone. So he parked and found his way to the list of names and unit numbers, using his powers of deduction to figure out which one was Diamond's. He grabbed a handful of flowers from a box on the way up and shuffled them into something presentable just before coming to her door and knocking.

John-Paul knew she had been worried about what the cut would do for her profits. Even stitched closed, and almost perfectly aligned (the doc really had done a great job), it was still going to be a hit and everyone knew it. He felt bad for her. Especially seeing how she'd been extra bitchy - as if that had even been possible for her. Despite her feralness, he liked Naomi and didn't want to see her so upset. And being John-Paul, he had wanted to help.

He still had the map Birch had so thoughtfully given him back at the hotel, and there had only been one place of interest left on it to see. Eden's Garden. Luckily, the hurricane hadn't stopped him from getting to test out The Silver Bullet, and what a wild ride that had been. He could only hope a strip club would give him an even more entertaining evening.

Grady recognized Diamon immediately from their evening in the storm, despite the lack of clothing this time around. And god damn did she have a body on her. He ordered a beer and made his way to her stage without so much as a glance the other dancers' ways. He took a seat and pulled out a five, waving it her way with a charming smirk with a hint of deviousness, keeping their gazes locked as she made her way over.

Midwest Cheer Elite - Diamondkatz

Senior Coed Small Level 5

American Cheer Power Halloween Holiday Championship - Columbus 2012