Mertropolis

Floe is absolutely gob-smacked at the fact that the spider not only fails to find the right snake, but is also destroyed. After a few moments of silence, she utters the words "Well, that's it then. My life is ruined."

"The Market Crash," responds Floe, slightly intrigued on what Coral's plan is...

"Well at least the music is getting better. Still not my kinda song though..."

Coral looks around. Is there a bathroom or other slightly secluded spot she can duck into momentarily?
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"Yeah, not quite my type at the moment either." Col remarks, seemingly unaware of what that could mean other than the music.

Golden laughs "Same, I'm the one not interested in you remember?"

Col blinked, raising his eyebrow and turning to her, his face growing a bit red. "What do you mean by that? I was commenting on the music."

"You're really bad at reading the air aren't you? "

Col just looked even more confused. "I seriously have no idea what you're talking about."

Golden sighs. "You're absolutely hopeless... can't see whats right in front of you..."

"What the tartarus do you mean?" He asked, seemingly confused, though his face grew a bit more red.

"You just gotta think about what I said m'kay?" Golden flashes a smile at Col.

Coral does not see any bathrooms or food stands or advertisements or carefully put together secluded corners because they are in a cleared out abandoned warehouse.

"Yeah yeah..." Col grumbled to himself, starting to wish he had a drink.

Coral sighs. "How good of a distraction do you think you can come up with?" She starts making her way toward a corner, where if a sufficient distraction is made she can at least not have to worry about anyone behind her.

Floe looks around defeated. "I dunno. I'm not drunk enough to be obnoxious."

"Do you want to find your band or not? Trust me, I have a- wait..." Coral looks around and reconsiders her situation. "Ok, bad plan. Maybe you could send your shadow to look for your band? I'm pretty sure it's packed enough that nobody would notice a missing or extra shadow."

A few of the people nearby turn around and give Coral funny looks. She hears someone think, "Send her shadow? What? Is she drunk or high or just crazy? I should get away from these people." She also hears another very puzzling thought.

It doesn't even take Coral a second to realise what she's done wrong and how she can fix it. She puts her hoof around Floe, pointing up at the lamps hanging from the ceiling. "Aren't the lights just so pretty? Here." She giggles and puts her glasses on Floe's face, crooked. "Wow, even more amazing! When did we get on a boat?" Coral scratches her neck, then takes her hoof from Floe and scratches her leg.

"Oh, I feel amazing!" Coral winks at Floe, then rears up and starts reaching for the lamps with her hooves. "They're so pretty!..."

"Ooooooooookaaaay." With that, Floe helps Coral back down on her hooves gently. "Come on, let's get you out of here before you hurt someone. Not like I'm needed here any more." With that she carefully leads Coral through the crowd towards the staircase and outside...

Coral follows easily, periodically getting distracted by the lights. Her glasses are still on Floe's face.

Floe moves the glasses to atop of her head, so that they aren't in the way of her vision and not back in the hooves of a drugged-out Coral...