The parade wove in and out of the streets surrounding campus. Alumni, current students, townies, and tourists all lined the street, a living, breathing, screaming wall of humanity. There were a cluster of frat boys, shirtless and covered with body paint in the school’s hideous combination of yellow and orange. Vin reached into the bag, tossed a handful of beads to a group of drama students he recognized, who squealed in glee.
“Throw me somethin’, mister!” A girl’s voice echoed over the crowd and Vin obliged, tossing cups and beads and coins, enjoying himself and dancing along with the music that Shannon had selected and burned to a disc. The speakers were loud and the bass doubled-down, vibrating through the thin boards of the float.
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