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“Is it weird to play games by myself? Last time I was near any of this stuff I had a screaming child with me so I feel a little out of place,” Asher admitted, making a face. “I was about to try to get some food, but there was some soccer mom screaming and chewing with her mouth open so I had to leave. Seriously, worst pet peeve. Where were you headed?”

“I have to spend most of tomorrow reading people’s futures, please take me on rides and buy me a funnel cake.” 

Was he nervous? Was that was this was? As Skylar struggled to tune his guitar his hands shook only a bit. Compared to the pit that was forming in his stomach, the tremors in his hands were nothing. Skylar hadn’t ever felt this way about a performance—never this worried or afraid. A lot of it had to do with the level of intimacy that came with it; these were all people that he knew and cared about. Among his set were new songs that no one had ever had heard that he’d spent so many half sober nights stressing over. Maybe the blonde had done a line or two to offset the nerves that were plaguing him. They hadn’t helped though. All he could think of was how awful his practice session had been. How many notes he’d been unable to hit.

A soaking wet Addie was walking around the fair with a towel around her shoulders. It was much colder than she thought it was going to be when she signed up to work the dunk tank or she would not have put herself in this position,  but there was no turning back now. She walked around until she saw a familiar face and wasted no time running over to them and wrapping her arms around the person. If she was going to be cold and wet, someone could join her. “Hi! It’s so nice to see you! I haven’t seen you in forever are you have fun?

“So which ride do you wanna do first?” Nick smiled, looking back and forth at the zipper and the tilt a whirl. “Whiplash, or lose your breakfast? I guess we could do the carousel if you’re scared.”

“taking katya here was probably the best thing ever, although she’s not walking the whole time, i rigged a backpack that i can wear and she can basically chill and people watch..which i’m doing and playing games, cause you know...have to get katya something...what game should i try first??” asking as he looked around. 

Loyal took most things he did seriously. Okay, that might have been an obvious lie, but he did take taking nothing too seriously very seriously, which seemed to work out for him when it came to running his booth. People seemed to enjoy it and for that reason he couldn’t complain, even if sneaking drinks when they were gone was making it progressively harder to make sure he articulated himself perfectly when greeting them and he was pretty sure the sun itself was hellbent on melting him to the spot. He’d finally decided to take a break, hanging the sign that told people so and stepping away from his booth with a heavy sigh, though the smile returned to his face at the first sign of someone near him. “I hope you’re coming anywhere but to that booth - I had to take a minute, I think I might need to find a freezer to lock myself in somewhere immediately or it’s gonna get real wicked witch-like and they’ll have to find someone else to run it entirely. Haven’t gotten hit with any of the darts, though! That’s probably a great news.” He nodded, looking back towards his booth once more before turning back to them, tilting his head a little bit. “Are you having a good time? Or, you know, a better time than me, at least. Not that that’s possible.”