after a long, hard day of messing with daisy from across the crowded carnival walkway, it's finally time for bennett to punch out of working the balloon dart toss and get to work on messing with daisy in closer proximity. he tucks all the extra darts away under the wooden counter of his booth, puts up a crappy 'closed' sign made of cardboard and red paint, then hops up on the counter and swings his legs over to freedom. his feet hit the grass with a soft thud, muffled by the sounds of screams and laughter and general chitter chatter as night falls over the carnival and the colorful lights on the rides light up. with a bounce in his step and a broad grin on his face, bennett strides across the way to daisy's booth, lighting up even brighter than the carnival grounds when he sees her. "hey," he says, leaning forward against the counter when he's close enough to do so. "gimme' that." bennett points up at a plush angry bird hanging over their heads, a prize to be won by some lucky child. "and then come with me. i want to ride the tilt-a-whirl, and i need you to hold my hair back when i throw up afterwards." @ofdvisys
