Lennon didn’t know what she’d gotten herself into when agreeing to this fundraiser, how much money was really worth a night of her constantly looking over her shoulder? A break from the raffle ticket booth was exactly what she needed, now all she needed to do was secure a drink without making eye contact with any of them. The Clowns. A group of guests walked by, successfully shielding all sight of red noses until it was too late. The blonde quickly shut her eyes, squeezing them tight before darting off in the opposite direction. It was a solid plan until it landed her smack against a stranger’s chest, though she still wasn’t daring to open her eyes...just in case. “Please tell me your shoes are a normal size and you’re not wearing a fake red nose?”

“What are you looking at?” Marcello seethed, his fist crumpling the roll of raffle tickets he was supposed to be selling. He had handed out a few thus far, but he had certainly scared away plenty of potential buyers. On top of being forced to compensate for damages he did not inflict, Sav abandoned Marcello for her booth partner,  and he was stuck with Helena of all people. It hadn’t taken long before he tried to wander off, completely abandoning the task at hand. “The clowns are over there, genius. I suggest you go bother them instead.”

Luca glowered as he sat stiffly on the diving board of the dunk tank. Some lowlife kid ratted him out for “not participating”, and the administration thought it was appropriate to force the unwilling participant into a cold ass tub of water. His thick dreads were fastened to his crown, as best he could anyway. He would do this shit for a couple rounds, but that was it. Then, that leather head brit could take over for the rest of the night and he could go back to narrating the shots and flirting with the cuter ones. “Alright, hear me out,” Luca began, bringing his palms together and in front of his lips. “Just miss the shot,” he said, throwing his hands up in a heightened shrug. “Look, I’ll throw in a twenty, yeah? I swear to God, I will end somebody if you make that show, do you understand me?” Luca continued, his hands shooting up to his temples. He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, throwing in a huff for good measure.