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]

[boxbythebed]

Alright, so a pointless rebound.

[bitchester]

I've liked her for months, Jennifer. She's just ... been busy.

[boxbythebed]

I really don't believe you.

[bitchester]

Her name is Erin. She's involved with the carnival here, and I've worked with her to understand what, exactly, it is that they're trying to do. She's the leader of the group.

[boxbythebed]

Uh huh.

[bitchester]

...

[bitchester]

You know what? Have a good night. I'll be glad to be here with who I came with.

[boxbythebed]

Yeah, that's generally what one does with one's date, real or not.

[bitchester]

... Why are you so insistent on this being a lie? Is that the only way you can deal with it?

[boxbythebed]

[starts blinking, a little too rapidly]

Why are you insisting that I believe you? Does it matter?

[bitchester]

Yeah. It does.

[boxbythebed]

You came up to me. Why? To shove it in my face?

[bitchester]

Because you look nice tonight.

[boxbythebed]

Yeah, well, you look like shit and your new girlfriend is going to dump you.

[bitchester]

...