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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[burgercraving]

[dressed up in a typical (for Santana) red dress for the occasion. she's stag, and none too happy about it]

[bronevolence]

[...w-whoa. pretty.]

[burgercraving]

This thing is fucking lame, Floaty.

[bronevolence]

[wearing something along these lines, albeit with better matching pants and no goofy suspenders hanging off the side.]

I'm sorry.

You look very lovely tonight, though, Lady Santana.

[burgercraving]

That's the point.

... But thanks, anyway.

[bronevolence]

[the significance of her being hot and yet alone, and therefore annoyed, is going straight over his head. because he's good at that.]

[burgercraving]

Did you come with anyone, Floaty?

[bronevolence]

No.

[burgercraving]

Then you're my date for tonight.

[bronevolence]

[blink]

[bronevolence]

I'd be glad to be, of course.

[burgercraving]

Good. But you're gonna have to be a better conversationalist, so find words more tonight.

[bronevolence]

Sorry, I'll try.

[burgercraving]

... Good. Now you should tell me how great I look.

[bronevolence]

[but didn't I just do th--well okay]

You look spectacular.

[burgercraving]

And you totally have the hottest date here, right?