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

[nosenolimits]

[... well at least he put on pants]

This music's not quite my style.

[easybreezyidiot]

Yeah, it's not music you can dance to.

[nosenolimits]

Don't suppose the fellas take requests.

[easybreezyidiot]

You never know. You could ask them.

[nosenolimits]

I'm not real great at negotiating.

[easybreezyidiot]

They won't listen to me. Zombie-killing is a hobby of mine.

[nosenolimits]

There's always the haunted house.

[easybreezyidiot]

I went in there once. It tried to set me on fire.

[nosenolimits]

... Okay. So no haunted house. Got it.

Just when I was beginnin' to like this place.

[easybreezyidiot]

This place isn't too bad most of the time.

[nosenolimits]

Too bad it's basically Hotel California.

[easybreezyidiot]

Not being able to leave is okay if the place you'd be going back to sucks even worse.

[nosenolimits]

... Yeah? I guess there is that.

[easybreezyidiot]

Yeah. What about you?

[nosenolimits]

... there's always a choice, no matter what. That's what freedom means, right?

[easybreezyidiot]

If you have freedom at home, then yeah.