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“I hate to sound like I’m becoming that kind of local, but the tourists this weekend are really killing my vibe,” River sighed dramatically, blowing out a stream of cigarette smoke. “I almost got ran over by a truck filled with overzealous alien fanatics while legally crossing the street, and then some creepy dude in a bowler hat asked if I’ve ever been 'examined by extraterrestrials’ before. I had to threaten him with bodily harm before he got the hint and fucked off.” They leaned back against the cool outer wall of The Wild Pony, the side where the sun wasn’t beating down as hard, a strained expression on their features.
River generally liked people, but this particular brand of human soured their extroverted social experience. Who wanted to have a conversation with a stranger who thinks aliens are bright green and want to surgically examine human bodies? Nobody in their right mind, that’s who. “I just don’t think I can keep dealing with the creeps and crazy people. They’re getting worse.”
