starter for: open ( 0/3 ) location: spring festival, near the food vendors time: night of the taylor swift concert
Marco had fucked up. He had seriously, incredibly fucked up. How had he not thought to check the festival's schedule before promising his grandparents and niece that he would bring them tonight? The pier was jam packed with hundreds, if not thousands, of young girls already belting out the lyrics to what he could assume were a Taylor Swift song. The only reason he knew that was because Gabi, who was just freaking six, had pointed it out to him. Taylor was apparently headlining the show tonight and Siesta Keys' fans were out en masse for the show.
He had dropped his grandparents and Gabi off at the arcade and was trying to make his way to the food truck area to get a much needed drink when three teenage girls practically ran him over. Over their shoulders they turned to scream at him, 'I knew you were trouble when you walked innnnnnnn!' but kept on moving. Marco shook his head in frustration, staring at the girls in bewilderment as they bulldozed anyone else in their path over. "Hostia puta!" he swore under his breath. "I didn't realize Taylor Swift fans were such hostile people." he added to no one in particular, as he stepped up to the nearest bar. @siestastarters
