#with nessa

During one of her breaks, Arwen happened to wander near the mechanical bull. She watched the current participant long enough to see them fall, and although it was a shame they didn’t succeed, it still brought a small smile to her lips. She was about to move on to the next stand, but her eyes caught sight of the person operating the game, and instead walked in that direction. “So, I know you probably enjoy watching people fall off that thing, but what about you take a small break and we go get something to drink instead? We need to celebrate how much of a success this is.”

Mechanical bull. Now, that’s something Luke never even thought about trying. Those things weren’t really his type of attractions. But when he saw who was operating it, he could only make his way over, until he standing beside her, eyes on the person attempting to stay on the bull. “So, what do I win if I don’t fall off this thing?” As he finished, he turned his head to look at her, a smile lingering.