207: Wild, Real Messy

Camilla I took a sip of my drink, trying to relax. “You know, people can be really crazy sometimes.” Justin chuckled. “Yeah, especially the ones who think they can just waltz in and demand phones. What’s next? Someone asking for a free tattoo?” I laughed, shaking my head. “I hope not. I’m not ready to become a human canvas.” We clinked our glasses and took a sip, savoring the drink. The crowd’s energy was starting to pick up again, and the mood was slowly returning to its lively state. “Seriously, though,” Justin said, leaning in, “I think that guy was one drink away from starting a conga line to nowhere. He looked like he needed a hobby.” “Or a nap,” I added. “He was definitely too wound up. Maybe he should take up knitting or something—something that doesn’t involve screaming at strangers.” Justin grinned. “Yeah, and if he comes back, we can invite him to our karaoke night. I’m sure he’d appreciate the competition.” “Great idea,” I said with a smirk. “Just as long as he doesn