Lucy and Susan’s phones chimed in unison. Upon subtly glancing at their phones, they jumped up and let out an ear-piercing shriek, causing coffeeshop patrons around them to turn heads.
Faces red, they sank back onto their chairs.
“I can’t believe we got in.” Susan whispered. “We never get into these things.”
“Right?” Lucy hissed.
That night, they arrived at an undescriptive graffitied building for the largest rave in town. They danced and drank until they passed out.
A week later, police discovered their cars near where the graffitied building used to be. The girls’ whereabouts are still TBD – to-be-determined.