alan rolled his eyes once he realised who it was, already wishing he was elsewhere. she’d certainly caught him by surprise. & it was a surprise he wasn’t all that thrilled about. seriously–  did she have to be everywhere he went? sure, it was a small town, but god. he needed to catch a break. he couldn’t go anywhere without her showing up.  “i say i’d pay to see that,” not really, but the thought alone was enough to amuse him. “but if it shuts you up, then fine. & if you do end up strangling someone–  i don’t know you, you got it?”

LOWER LIP PUSHED outwards as she attempted to pout in response to his words, but the honest truth was that alan never phased her. and that was probably what annoyed him so much about the tiny nuisance, “only a few things shut me up, al, but we’ll get to that another time,” she gave him a questioning look, “do you pretend like you know me when i’m not committing minor crimes?” eyes dropped to size him up before answering, “no. now c’mon. faster you use that arm the faster you get rid of me.”

      truthfully, she probably wouldn’t have even been at the carnival to begin with; but, when the graves suggest bliss man a stand, she couldn’t say no. an unfortunate habit of hers. bliss had just been relieved of her face painting duties —— a pathetic fifteen minute break; but, it meant she could finally get her hands on the one thing she’d be craving since her arrival - a candy apple. she was mere seconds away from taking the first bite when she heard a voice beckoning her attention, turning she’d gotten sideswiped by a hectic group of kids; and before she knew it, her apple had fallen. “clearly not good enough.” exhaling a defeated sigh, she picked up the now sand-covered snack and tossed it in the trash. “i mean, i did do archery when i was little — so maybe i could give it a shot. what game were you playing ?” she glanced at the brunette and shooed her offer. “no, it’s okay keep your dollar for somethin’ better ! i got it.” she paused, before fishing out a crumpled up bill.

“WHEN WERE YOU gonna tell me that you did archery? that’s totally badass. like a femme robin hood.” the grin spread farther on remington’s lips as the taller girl agreed to play along with her scheme. she wasn’t good at living things down, whether is was a carnival game or a grudge she was holding for much too long. “i’ll buy you another — what was that? taffy apple or sumn’?” she asked with a slight tilt of her chin. it was the least she could do, since the attendee demanded that remy wasn’t allowed to make anymore shots. she would show them. “that one, right there — with that crusty ol’ teenager whose gonna give me an assault charge.” 

elijah didn’t like the expected. he lived every second of his life hoping for his next thrill, a new surprise that would bring with it a bountiful mass of opportunities. he lived for the unexpected, & the girl right beside him was surely that. he gave a light chuckle, shaking his head. “hey, lady. if y’ lookin’ for a fun time, i would’a let ya have one for free.” elijah paused, glancing back at the food truck. the aroma of food & sweetness almost caused his stomach to rumble. if he was lucky, he’d have enough to just get something small–  something that would barely put a dent in his appetite. pursing his lips together & glancing back at his new company, he offered her a grin. “but that ain’t an offer i can refuse.” he liked the way she was thinking, & his eagerness was an easy tell. “ya lookin’ for a partner in crime all night or is this a one trip kinda deal? ‘cause i gotta tell ya… i got the time.” a beat, a glint of mischief taking hold of his expression. “& the goods.”

“GOOD TO KNOW, but i have to be persuasive — you never know how stingy some people will be. especially when it comes to being generous,” cheeks rounded while she grinned, tucking some hair behind her ear. usually she had a way with persuasion, whether she wanted something or someone — company or getting a stranger to share his stash with her. as she watched his attention direct back to the hub of cooking, she assumed her entry. after all, remy knew the stoner mind, and carnival food was the best brand of munchies. “i’ll throw in a hot dog too, just to show my loyalty.” the petite female winked, his own smile being contagious while he kept up with the banter, “we’ll judge that after the trial run.” then elijah was next in line, but she was on her toes to peak at the menu instead, ordering for the two who had now become a pair. “remy.” she introduced once she’d turned to face him again, offering her hand. 

seraphina’s face conveyed the product of 12 gruesome hours stuck behind a register. gas station clerk is no golden pedestal job. the benefits, of course, are the endless free slushees. in her hands was a concoction of cherry, coke, lime, and a dash of pineapple. she walked out of the gas station in a daze of exhaustion & glee, her eyes focused on the songs she was flipping through on her walkman. it was a relic compared to the new disc players, but it was a gift from her father & she would use nothing else. in a sudden slam of bodies, seraph dropped her prized slushee in a flash of horror. “ aw, fu — ck ! “ she aggressively shook her hand in an attempt to get the icy drink off. “ look, it’s my fault… ” the best apology she could give. “ i didn’t get any on you, did i ? ”

HAIR WAS BUNDLED atop of her head, clear sign that she had just gotten off her shift at the drive-in when she was deciding which bag of chips was going to accompany her in bed tonight. sour straws were already in her hand, her intoxication tempting her to open them then and there when her thoughts were being intercepted by a cold splash to her undressed leg. eyes landed on the perpatracter, her brows knotting in slight frustration, “aren’t you supposed to be like, preventing these types of messes so you don’t have to do more work at work?” remy spoke while she eyed the label on her shirt, leaning down to wipe the drink off of her knee, “you’ll just owe me a life supply of slushies, i guess,” her tone was half joking, glancing up at the girl from under her lashes after she’d shaken the rest of the residue off her leg.

“is it bad that i replaced his lube with H O T  S A U C E or did i overreact just a little?”

“HOT SAUCE?” THE brunette questioned as the straw from her soda popped from her mouth, giving the other a judging look, “what did he do so bad to need permanent loss of feeling in his dick?” 

“YOU SMELL LIKE weed,” remy announced, probably much too loudly but her nose thought faster than her brain in that moment. eyeing the much taller man in line for the small food truck, she continued on, “please tell me there’s more where that wafting is coming from,” she was wrinkling her nose now in a dramatic, sniffing sort of way as she inched toward him, “i’ll buy you a lemonade and a funnel cake if you smoke a joint with me. all i been thinking about is riding one of these rides high off my ass — you can be my partner in crime. c’mon,”