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

[thekingsgambit]

[Not so fast, buddy. Since someone was passing by and happened to hear that so you might catch a familiar tone from behind you.]

Are you out of your mind?

[2nd_slinger]

Probably.

[thekingsgambit]

Is there not some other place you could have discussed this? Or do you prefer forcing her away from enjoying the simple pleasure of being with the sister she has not seen in five years?

[2nd_slinger]

[Turning away--and making a pretty obvious bee-line directly toward the alcoholic beverages--but not before spitting over his shoulder.]

She asked me a question, and I answered it.

That's all.

[thekingsgambit]

[Does not pursue but remarks to his departing back.]

Consider who you are answering next time.

[ascendthethorns]

That was unnecessary.

[thekingsgambit]

[Continues to gaze into the distance.]

It was unnecessary to broach the topic here, regardless.

[ascendthethorns]

[fuuuuuumes]

[thekingsgambit]

[Glances back at her and then moves over to the beverage table.]

[ascendthethorns]

[is an excellent fumer]

[thekingsgambit]

[Is back with a DRINK.

Spoilers: It's non-alcoholic.]

Here.

[ascendthethorns]

[... looks at it with total disdain.]

What is this?

[thekingsgambit]

I thought you could use it.

[ascendthethorns]

[still fuming, but an edge of amusement finds its way into her voice.

He brought her juice because he thought she could use it.]

You thought I could use a glass of juice.

[thekingsgambit]

[Looks slightly flustered.]

... Drinking can serve as a means to gather one's thoughts.

[ascendthethorns]

Can it?

[t...akes.]

Thank you.