CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN – IT’S SHOWTIME!

As soon as they were out of earshot, Jasmine whirled to face Beth with a look of utterly incredulous exhaustion. "Well? Was that sufficiently chaotic and delightfully bizarre to satisfy your appetite for convention shenanigans?" It took a full minute for Beth to finally regain her breath, massaging away tears of mirth as her howling peals finally tapered off. "Oh my god, Jas," she wheezed at last, clutching at a stitch in her side. "I take back every bad thing I've ever said about your hoity art scene. Those two manchildren were a million times better than any uppity critics or avant-garde hacks!" Jasmine simply shook her head, struggling futilely to suppress her own helpless grin as she recalled Trevor's deranged psychic conspiracy ramblings. "Alright, point taken - I officially surrender to the alluringly ludicrous world of unrestrained fandom and its many...unique artistic interpretations." Exchanging one more look, the two friends collapsed against each other in a renewed gale