Who: Tripp @firstxclassxtrippx Where: Pride Parade Tables
Ayza thought she should be rewarded for what a good town citizen she'd turned out to be. Surely it was worth the medal of freedom--or perhaps the key to the city--that she'd seen a man looking as sad and lonely as Tripp--stuck at his company's table, left to witness the joyous parade from a pitiful distance--and generously decided to bring the excitement to him, front in center. The "excitement" in question happened to be a gray storm cloud: floating above his head, pouring rain on him and only him until he was drenched to the bone. Evoking a cheerful, helpful tone, the siren cooed, "There you go. Now the weather matches your mood. And, from the looks of it, your table might actually get some attention now. You're welcome." She gestured at a few gawking, giggling passersby who were staring at the wet, objectively attractive man with obvious interest.