Open starter @lunarcovestarters
Option A Location: Country Club
With a deep sigh, a resounding noise echoing in the void between resignation and contemplation, Ralphie sunk deeper into the bubbling hot tub. When his sunglasses dipped down his nose, he brought up a wet finger to shove them pointedly back into place. "Why the fuck am I in here? I ain't even a little relaxed. Are you relaxed?" In truth, his sharp tone would have ruined any possibility for real peace in any regard.
"It's hot, ain't it? Aren't you hot? It's like a hundred fucking degrees. What if we filled it with ice instead? Like they do in sports locker rooms, ya dig it? Do you think the boss would get mad?" Talking to no one in particular, the vampire rolled over to bat his eyelashes, shades slipping down once more.
"I'm thirsty. You offerin' anything up?"
Option B Location: Joe's Pasta & Pizzeria
While the back party room of Joe's was not exactly Ambrosia, Ralph could at least rent it out for a reasonable favor or two. Standing thus at the head of the table, clad in the tuxedo he had purchased now that he was no longer allowed to rent them, he raised his wine glass in a mock toast. "And that's why you're here. You possess a very special set of skills. And they'll prove exceptionally important for what we must accomplish."
Evidently, his usual cadence was at least, in part, a put-on. The utter gravitas with which he now spoke belied most whispers of Brooklyn.
"We are going to build the largest and most breathtaking burnin' man this music festival has ever seen. And that? That requires stealing the giant pumpkin head."
He swallowed. "Wait. Do they, like...do they fuckin' grow a new giant one every Halloween? It ain't a real pumpkin, is it? It's, like, plaster, in a shed someplace, yeah? Shit. Wait, no."
Option C Location: A Public Restroom
The dull din of distant chatter revealed people were gathered someplace beyond the admittedly rather clean washroom. The air hung heavy with the scent of Pine-Sol. But for now, the space proved suitably quiet and suitably lonely. "Hey! Anyone in here?" Spinning in a circle when he received no response, Ralphie extended a hand to flick off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. Moving for the mirror, he blinked at his reflection, waiting for his companion to join him.
"Come on. Don't be chicken. Ain't nothin' gonna happen! Bloody Mar...wait!" He began to pat down his pockets to retrieve his cigarette lighter, which he flipped open to cast flickering shadows across the porcelain. "You need a candle or some shit, right? Bloooody Marrrrry...." The sound of footsteps near the door back to the hall gave him pause, and in truth, the light filtering through the bottom of it sort of ruined the whole atmosphere anyway. But Ralphie persisted.
"We'd better hurry. I don't wanna set off the smoke alarm." He flipped the lighter closed. "How many times did I say it? Do ya see her yet?"
Option C
Remmy peeked into the dark bathroom, glancing around until they saw a light flickering. "Uh-- sorry, is this not open?" The voice inside was familiar but they were having a hard time pacing it when they couldn't see their face. "See who?" they asked, raising a brow, stepping back and flipping the light on. "Sorry, was I-- uh, this is the men's restroom, right?"













