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Location: Tipsy Shores Dance Hall

Tipsy Shores had just opened for the evening, and Maren knows it wouldn't be long until the place is filled with locals and tourists alike, drunk off of good booze and even better music. This is her favorite part of her shift, the anticipation for the night to come. Taylor Jackson is warming up on stage, and Maren moves her hips to the beat as she restocks the top-shelf liquor. She hears someone approach the bar, and she turns to greet them with a genuine smile. "Ah, our first victim of the night," she teases. "What can I get ya, hun?"

where: ocean’s edge mini golf

it wasn’t that eden was bad at mini golf. it was just that she was, objectively, terrible.

but that didn’t stop her from showing up at ocean’s edge mini golf like she was about to compete in the masters, a bright pink golf ball in one hand and a questionably unnecessary amount of confidence in the other. she adjusted her stance, lined up her shot on the first hole, and—

clunk.

the ball immediately veered off-course, bouncing off the little wooden barrier, rolling onto the fake grass like it was making a break for freedom. eden just stood there for a second, lips pressing together, before she turned to whoever was unfortunate enough to be with her right now.

“… okay, so, hear me out,” she started, already ready with an excuse. “i swear i hit that right. there’s gotta be, like, a slight tilt in the ground or something. faulty course design. maybe even a conspiracy.” she squinted at the turf like it personally betrayed her.