The kids were off to spend the rest of the evening at sleepovers with their friends, but Eurekafest was still alive and kicking -- only now he could have some of his own fun. How was he going to achieve that, exactly? Well, that remained to be seen, really, but the drink stalls seemed to have plenty of options, so he decided to start there. “Mega Margarita, good for two or more...” he read off one of the menus, brows narrowing as he turned to the person beside him. A woman -- an attractive one at that -- who seemed to be looming over her options as well. “You know, I’ve heard pretty damn good things about the jalapeno flavor,” Wes pointed out, gesturing to the advert, “too bad my stomach ain’t as strong as it used to be when I was in college. What would you say to helping me out with one of ‘em?”