#beck01.

"where to next?" chance wanted to know as he walked along the fairgrounds with beck. almost as soon as the question left his mouth, though, something caught his eye. he didn't even bother waiting for a response, veering away from them and over to the booth. he weaseled his way through the growing line until he could plant a boot on the lowest rung of the wooden fence, eyes locked on the mechanical bull. he whistled out of the corner of his mouth and grinned over at beck. "still think you can beat me?"