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

[expertism]

Good evening.

[bitchester]

Good evening to you, too.

You all did good here.

[expertism]

Honestly this is mostly Noir's thing. But it's a charming idea. Her ratio of good ideas to bad ones are why I keep her around despite the attitude.

[bitchester]

I'm not complaining. I managed to get something I wanted out of it.

[expertism]

What, the buffet?

[bitchester]

Have I given you the impression that I'm the type to think with my stomach?

[expertism]

Not at all. That's why the joke is funny.

[bitchester]

Huh, well, you're right there.

[expertism]

I do hope my sense of humour isn't lost on you, Sam. That'd be terrible for our friendship.

[bitchester]

You don't have to worry about it from here. I just ... am not used to being so relaxed around you. I'm sure you understand.

[expertism]

Oh, yes. Because I'm dangerous.

[bitchester]

Dangerous wouldn't be the word I'd go for.

[expertism]

Then try another.

[bitchester]

Professional.

Though that might as well be a synonym for dangerous in some people's eyes.

[expertism]

I do value professionalism.

[bitchester]

I think you should change gears for tonight-if you can manage it.