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]

Not to be rude, but you look like you're chokin' yourself.

[...]

[comesquickly]

I'm not great with ties.

[nosenolimits]

Yeah, you look a lil' tied up there.

[comesquickly]

Dude, lame. [totally laughing, though]

[nosenolimits]

Hey, who ya callin' lame. You wanna start somethin'?

[comesquickly]

Just your joke.

[keeps glancing around, looking for someone]

[nosenolimits]

So who's the lucky gal?

[comesquickly]

My, uh. Boyfriend. Robin.

[man that's weird to say outloud]

[nosenolimits]

[nosenolimits]

I think I know him.

[comesquickly]

Yeah? Short, wears sunglasses all the time?

[nosenolimits]

Way too cheeky for his own good? Yeah, I know the kid.

[comesquickly]

[laughs] That's a good way of putting it. Anyway, he's keeping me waiting. Probably payback for the fact that I'm late for almost everything ever.

[nosenolimits]

Why don't you go find him and give him a good hard reminder of where he's supposed ta be?

[comesquickly]

...Uh. I'm sure he'll show up soon?

[nosenolimits]

I'm sure.