[ Morals and cowardice are not the same thing, Alice Whateveryourlastnameis!!! But he concedes the logic of checking first, so he slips through the milling crowd and peers through the entrance to the darkened theatre, hands braced on the large marble doorframe. (Feels foolish while he does so, like a child sneaking around behind his parents' backs) ]
... I think it might be okay to go in.
[ Maybe if they're extremely lucky, they won't run into an usher. ]
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... I think it might be okay to go in.
[ Maybe if they're extremely lucky, they won't run into an usher. ]