Coconut Grove i blew out my flip flop

tristan's tail was a-waving as she spoke, but he head eventually shook. ain't no need to go south -- paradise is right here baybeeee, he said, leaning to press his forehead to hers playfully for a second. when she told him where she had met that guy, tristan merely pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, trying to decipher a timeline for all this. 

nah, that was definitely a fuckin ghost, he said with incredible certainty, tail still flicking. though, his thoughtful expression wavered as a smile broke onto his face. yeah, margaritaville. what else did he say to you? cause that ghost was fuckin reciting some sort of voodoo shit to me and i low-key fux with it. he straightened up, puffing out his chest a little bit. listen -- listen -- are you ready? bat -- listen -- another shift-wiggle to sturdy himself and brace for the impact of his own profound statement... and... 

deleon, announced tristan, looking quite proud as he gaze down at bat.