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,

Comments

[head_downstairs]

[Wearing this, I am too lazy to crop it and to draw a better picture so there. She is standing somewhere with her arms crossed and an annoyed look on her face!]

Making a woman wait, I can't believe it. I thought Mister Smith was better than that.

[servicewitha]

[IN A NICE SUIT and he's not wearing the sunglasses]

. . . Tell me his first name isn't John.

[head_downstairs]

I'm not in the mood for your stupid jokes!

[servicewitha]

I am being completely serious.

[head_downstairs]

Fine! It's not John, It's Elijah. Are you satisfied now?

[servicewitha]

Yes, thank you. He's your date for the night?

[head_downstairs]

[she gets visibly angrier just at him saying that]

He invited me, yes. But apparently he's taking his sweet time.

[servicewitha]

That's not very nice of him.

[head_downstairs]

It's incredibly rude, not just "not very nice"! And here I thought he was a gentleman!

[servicewitha]

I'm sorry to hear that your evening has started off less than stellar. Is there anything I can get you for now, though?

[head_downstairs]

Are you pitying me!? I have no need for it, so take it elsewhere!

[servicewitha]

I'm not pitying you, Vanessa.

[head_downstairs]

[looking away, still offended]

Then don't ask if I need something. Compared to last party I went to, this is nothing.

[servicewitha]

Come with me to get a drink, then.

[nods at the bar]

[head_downstairs]

[staring at him while she consider it, then sighs after a few moments]

Fine. But only because I'm bored.

[servicewitha]

Thank you.

[heading that way, then]