Two seconds after spotting Darby, Romeo was half-skipping, half-running toward her, coming to a hard stop only about six inches from where she stood. Eyes wide on account of the fact that he’d just snorted a mysterious substance wordlessly handed to him in the bathroom, he shook her and emitted a nervous hum. “Darby,” came out through teeth he could barely manage to keep from grinding. “Long time no... whatever. Anyway, just saw this man between the bookshelves. Like––remember that time we dropped acid and I thought we died and both came back as Moaning Myrtle from Harry Potter? Well this was nothing like that, actually, but I did see a man in a rabbit costume who kind of beckoned me closer and his eyes... so intense... like a beautiful shark...” @darbyalbright
