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Evening/Morning of March 4th/5th
Billy was sure he looked pretty pathetic right now. When he realized that parts of the city were really getting into Mardi Gras, and then realizing what Mardi Gras was all about, he'd been excited. Making himself look like an adult was easy and he figured that meant he could hang around all the wide stuff and, you know, see some boobs or something. For an almost 16 year old that was about as awesome as things got. At least for one like Billy.
Instead he had ended up getting a whole lot more than he bargained for. Looking like an adult was awesome and all but then people treated you like an actual adult and that was... not nearly as awesome in some instances. You'd think having a woman place your hand on her bare ass and almost more wouldn't be a problem but it kind of was.
How did doing more than seeing boobs end up to be a bad thing? He was pretty sure that if it wasn't a bad thing it hadn't been the most wonderful experience of his life. The ass grabbing was shocking but kind of nice but beyond that... he was so not prepared to deal with that stuff as an adult.
So now he was just sitting on the curb, the suit he had worn as an adult draped over his lap and couple of those stupid bead necklaces twirling on the end of his finger. Maybe he should just call it a night?
Instead he had ended up getting a whole lot more than he bargained for. Looking like an adult was awesome and all but then people treated you like an actual adult and that was... not nearly as awesome in some instances. You'd think having a woman place your hand on her bare ass and almost more wouldn't be a problem but it kind of was.
How did doing more than seeing boobs end up to be a bad thing? He was pretty sure that if it wasn't a bad thing it hadn't been the most wonderful experience of his life. The ass grabbing was shocking but kind of nice but beyond that... he was so not prepared to deal with that stuff as an adult.
So now he was just sitting on the curb, the suit he had worn as an adult draped over his lap and couple of those stupid bead necklaces twirling on the end of his finger. Maybe he should just call it a night?