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“Sometimes it’s like an ocean
And it gets too deep
And there’s no way that now you could rescue me”

How many times had they done this now? Halloween had started to lose count, but he knew it had been at least twice this week already. At least he knew he could always count on Bergamot–you better call me Monty–Mint to call him whenever Provence got out of hand. 

“How bad is it this time?” he asked, almost afraid to know the answer. 

Monty hummed, a noise Hal was surprised he could hear over the steady beat of the music, “It’s not nearly as bad as last time. She seems pretty tame, at least for now. Mango showed up so they snagged a bottle of Vanilla Skyy and snuck off to the back of the pool house.”

Bless Mango. 

“Where are they at?”

“They snuck off towards the back, where they keep the old Mermaid statue.”

“Thanks, Monty, you’re a lifesaver.”