shardbond | Party Rock Anthem only it's played on kazoos

[Oscar is a practiced master at Coping (tm) in the face of things he would prefer not to address in any sort of healthy or rational manner. After the events of yesterday, he's somehow getting the feeling that he isn't the only one, which means that in his mind there is only one thing to do: this translates to yet another Walmart booze heist (even larger than the original), a few side trips to amass snacks because RIP his kitchen, and some haphazardly erected decorations in one of the spare rooms to try to at least give off something of a celebratory atmosphere... but let's be real here, this is just Misery x CPR x Reese's Puffs + alcohol.

Sunday morning will find handwritten notes tucked under everyone's doors inviting them to a party that evening, snacks and drinks (that particular word underlined a couple of times, just in case people didn't pick up on the meaning of "party") provided gratis.

There's alcohol, there's soda for the minors, there's plenty of junk food to eat, and there are a whole bunch of other people who are also Going Through It. What better recipe for a party could you ask for?

... don't answer that.]

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[ In the background, from the kids' table: ]

You're only considered old in a certain line of business and I bet you'd still have a niche even then!

Huh? What kinda business?

Probably not something I should say in polite company!

[He can read between the lines.]

Wh— Kid, I ain’t doin’ that! And what are ya doin’ knowin’ about that sorta thing?!

I'm just saying you aren't <>that old!

...Family business, all I'm gonna say.

Welp. That’d do it.

[It isn’t his place to think real hard about how that works for a kid, but he’s definitely not judgmental of the business itself.]

Just wasn’t expectin’ ta learn I’m not too old fer that kinda work. I’ll take it, though.