At long last the crowds dispersed, and the grounds were quiet.
He methodically cleaned and closed down his area in preparation for the next day's bratty horde, then strode with purpose to his motorhome.
Dinner was simple, a box of mac and cheese with a couple of hot links diced up and thrown into the mix. After he ate, he turned his focus to carefully measuring out smaller portions of his variety of cocktails he'd mixed up for distribution.
He reviewed his stock and selected the five flavors that he knew from his research would be very heavily favored by the site's visitors. He slowly filled the first glass vial - roughly the size of a tube of toothpaste - with the grape-flavored mixture, capped it, then nestled it carefully down into the bag he'd customized with a foam insert for trans
