theoneandonlytramp
Tramp had been strolling around the fair ground for about thirty minutes before he had decided that the festival wasn’t for him that evening. He had decided on leaving about five minutes into his arrival but ended up staying due to the fact that despite how he internally currently felt, he just couldn’t stay away from a party for too long. Or the chance of possibly running into some pretty soc girls.
Which is why when Tramp spotted the beautiful girl with lips as red as snow, cheeks that so rosey that the roses themselves probably envied them, he couldn’t help but casually make his way over to the booth she was at. “Almost precious as you, but..” he added this last bit with a small smile, “I think you got it beat.” He looked up at the wall of prizes with that same small smile, “So, which one do you want next?”
INSTANTLY, SHE GLANCED IN THE DIRECTION OF THE UNFAMILIAR VOICE and though snow looked hesitant at first, a smile blossomed it’s way onto her lips. never was she one to turn down a new friend.
“oh, well . . .” she pondered his question. “i wasn’t thinking of playing another game, this was just, well this was just luck.” the woman said sheepishly, her already rosy cheeks flushing a gentle shade of pink. snow looked to the ground, pushed some hair behind her ear, then looked up at the strange.
“i don’t think we’ve met before.” she continued sweetly. snow wasn’t exactly street wise like most other greasers, after all it was always doc or grumpy telling her she oughta be smarter than trusting just about everyone she meets. but the new stranger? well . . . he seemed swell. and if they introduced themselves, well, then they aren’t really strangers anymore! “i’m snow, a pleasure to meet you.” the woman concludes, smile reappearing. even after being banished, she still acts like more of a soc.