Casey tried to catch her own ride to the dress shop, but found it impossible to cook up a convincing reason not to take the limo with the others. There was more than enough room for her and Emma-Geddon, plus Papa and Hector.
The ride went about as bad as expected.
Papa discovered the bar, and immediately began mixing drinks. "You know, back home, everyone calls me The Chemist," he bragged to Emma-Geddon. "I'll make you one of my specialties."
Casey rubbed her forehead and muttered, "You don't have to drink it."
"Oh, shush," Emma-Geddon waved it off. "I'm sure it'll be delicious."
Casey shook her head. She tried. As far as she knew, no one back home had ever called her dad "The Chemist."
Hector leaned over and punched Casey in the arm.
"Ow!" she howled. "Screw off, bro!"
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