suddenly: soirée.

[fuckyousoleil]

[On this abnormally cool summer's evening in Camp Fuck You Die, an elaborate tent has been set up just outside the carnival. At 7PM sharp, everything in the carnival lights up - the ferris wheel, the strands of festive lights strung around the Tunnel of Love, even the haunted house are all illuminated. The atmosphere appears to be welcoming,

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[boxbythebed]

[DRESSED UP AND STUFF, just sort of... wandering through]

[bitchester]

... Hey.

[boxbythebed]

Sam, I don't quite know how to tell you this, so here goes...

Someone accidentally spilled class all over you. Don't be alarmed.

[bitchester]

I've always known how to dress up. It's part of the job.

[boxbythebed]

Is that also why you over-groom your eyebrows?

[bitchester]

... They just grow this way.

[boxbythebed]

No one believes that.

[bitchester]

Maybe you just can't see all of them from way down there.

[boxbythebed]

...

Fuck off, Sam.

[bitchester]

...

A joke. It was a joke.

[boxbythebed]

I'm still angry at you.

[bitchester]

... That's understandable. I'll leave you alone, then. You do have a date tonight, right?

[boxbythebed]

None of your business.

[bitchester]

... All right. Well, I am here with someone.

[boxbythebed]

Another fake girlfriend?

[bitchester]

No. An actual person.