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

[burgercraving]

Hi.

[burgercraving]

Is this some scare tactic you both cooked up? Because it's totally lame.

[painintheneck]

Why would she and I need to cook up any scare tactic?

[burgercraving]

I don't know, why would you?

[painintheneck]

I wouldn't.

[burgercraving]

Yeah, well, maybe Emily has a way of spinning stories. I had to check.

[painintheneck]

Spinning stories? I doubt that.

[burgercraving]

She's single-handedly made me hate this hell hole.

[painintheneck]

Well, this I have to hear.

[burgercraving]

It's none of your business.

[painintheneck]

Then don't hint about it.

[burgercraving]

I can hint a little more. She made it seem like she was into something but she really wasn't, all so she could have a little power. It's really fucked up.

[painintheneck]

Is that so. And what kind of power could someone like you possibly offer her?

[burgercraving]

... Power over me. Follow this.

[painintheneck]

It's all the same. What do you offer her? If she can find more from someone else, like you seem to be terrified that she has, is it wrong for her to move on?

[burgercraving]

Terrified? Please.