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The brain freeze was guaranteed, hitting Lucas no sooner than he’d finished slurping down the last of his drink (with minimal spillage, amazingly) and plopped the empty glass back onto the table. “Gah.” He winced, snagging a stray napkin on the way up from his seat to wipe his chin while Emilia used some super stealth moves to ensure that they wouldn’t go dry while retracing their steps through the park. The only thing worse than a brain freeze smacking him right in the forehead? Winding up hungover while still in the middle of Disney. No one deserved that fate.
“Man, I dunno if I can promise that. A giant churro sounds pretty, pretty, prettay good.” Tugging down the zipper of his hoodie, he started to pull it off as they stopped on the faux boardwalk, glancing over to follow Emilia’s gaze out to the water. He snickered softly, thoughts going in a very different direction. “How many kids do you think have peed in it?” Maybe he just really needed to pee now… Going full Vacation Dad, Lucas tied the hoodie around his waist before walking towards the railing that surrounded the lake. He looked down at the shimmering water and nodded to himself, head continuing to bob while he spoke, “Y’know, I bet that’s exactly why they put Mickey right there.” Gripping the railing with one hand, his other raised to wag an accusing finger at the looming Ferris wheel. “Way up there, with his huge face and judgmental smile to stop anyone from having too much fun. That look – it says ‘I’m always watching and you won’t get away with it.’”
Emilia pursed her lips at his refusal to keep her from Señor Buzz, although it wasn’t particularly surprising that the promise of food won out. “Fine, maybe we can share some. We can like analyze them and try to figure out the recipe. It’ll be for science.” She hadn’t even said it out loud before she knew that was not a plan that was ever going to come to fruition, as was the case with most of their plans. It was a good one, though, mostly because it prematurely made her feel justified in ordering a cheeseburger later, an inevitable event at that point. Even if it was rhetorical, his question made her sputter with laughter through her mouthful of sangria, spilling drips all over her sweatshirt that she’d worry about later. “Since they’ve installed a whole pee guardian, I’d say more kids than I’d like to know about.” She grimaced at the thought and washed it down with another gulp of sangria before offering the cup to Lucas. “You just know Connor was one of those kids. Maybe he’s the literal reason Mickey is watching over us now.”
Leaning back against the railing on the pier, and away from the Mouse’s increasingly uncomfortable gaze, her mind was floating around somewhere between perfectly inebriated and totally exhausted. The sangria would definitely hold her up for a while, but she was feeling dangerously close to one of those toddler fits that come from too much excitement in one day. “So what d’you say? You wanna like, grab the damn churros, maybe go back for the Tinkerbell wings and bounce?” she squinted toward the sun, a pretty pointless precaution as it was already slowly setting on the horizon. But, you know, safety first. “I don’t really wanna imagine that big white face grinning at me in the dark. Straight out of a creepypasta... also I really want churros and I think they’re like,” she gestured vaguely in the opposite direction, “somewhere that way.”
