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Who: Kimiko, Sciel, and Lune
Where: Panorama's best tiki bar
When: Second week of April
What: Shenanigans and tipsy girl bonding

Warnings: n/a for now — will update if needed!

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[ The Rum Runner's Tropicana Tropics is as outlandishly decorated as its name is awkward — which is to say, very. Nearly all of the decor is made of woven together balsa and cane, torches with artificial fire haunt nearly ever corner, and the lighting is an indelicate blend of red and green. Caring nothing for what it might do to their rent bill, the heat is cranked up a degree or two extra. You know, for the vibes. A Bob Marley knock-off plays over the speakers in competition with the wave noises coming from a different set of speakers.

In a word, or two words, it's — a lot. The drinks are big, sized anywhere from thick schooners to fishbowls, and very bright and colourful. Nothing but the most neon, garish, and electric for the patrons of this place. And Kimiko absolutely loves it. It's been one of her favourite discoveries since the Sanctum opened up its gates, finding the decor and colour scheme and almost fanatic dedication to pineapple and coconut flavours mesmerising.

And she's delighted to bring her friends with her for a drink, but—

Someone else is even happier about this, clearly. A slender man, his curls tumbling into his brow in boyish defiance of his receding hairline, pulls up a chair right next to Lune and proceeds to ignore everyone else at the table. "Hello," he says, "I brought over this tiny chair to speak with you. I think our meeting must be destiny. How are you doing this evening?"

Over a bright blue drink roughly the size of her head, Kimiko rolls her eyes but doesn't intervene. Yet. ]