Kurt had already spent far more money than he cared to admit trying to win one of the oversized stuffed animals hanging from the prize booth. At this point, it wasn't even about the prize anymore—it was personal. With another ring bouncing uselessly off the bottle necks, he let out an exaggerated sigh before looking over at the next person in line. "So..." he began, gesturing dramatically toward the booth. "Are these games actually winnable, or are we all just collectively funding someone's retirement?"
Hadley had been at the carnival for a while now and just happened to be passing by when she heard a familiar voice. Even if she wasn't exactly the person he'd been talking to, that had never really stopped her before as she sidled up beside him with a grin. "Mm, I'm pretty sure this one's based almost entirely on luck," she said, eyeing the bottles. "I've had pretty good luck over at the balloon pop before, and I think the water gun race is mostly random too. But yeah, this one? I'm pretty sure even the world's best horseshoe player would have trouble." She chuckled, before nodding toward the row of oversized prizes hanging overhead. "At this point, I think they're just counting on us getting stubborn enough to keep trying."
















