See ya, Ari! Don't get murdered or whatever! Ulysses, who is having the time of his life fucking around on the boardwalk, does not ditch his peers — he's a pack animal, for sure, and he gets immense satisfaction from being part of a roving gang of shitty, bratty, slightly drunk, magical teens. Still, he can't deny that the arcade, with its siren song of stupid games and dumb prizes, is calling, and so after some time, he makes his way down.

He spends approximately thirty second tapping the buttons of the claw machine without putting money in (just in case!) before he spots the skeeball. His eyes light up. Oh, yes. Having stolen no tokens from frat boys, he's forced to put a few of his own tokens in, but that's okay. Just one game! Maybe two, if he's winning. Choosing the machine next to Ari, he slips in a coin and watches, pleased, as the balls come clacking down. Casts a glance over at his classmate.

"Where are your tickets?"