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'Daaaamn,' Reggie seemed pleased enough. 'Not seen a set up like this since back home.'
'You're from Tennesee,' Derek chided.
'Yeah and we used to have one of these things roll by every summer. Love 'em.'
The tallest of the group, Vangelis looked out across the crowds. Rides, games and stalls filled every available plot and human beings flooded the rest of it. Crammed in to every nook and cranny, tumbling over one another to reach their favourite nostalgic past-time. From here alone, only a few feet from the entrance, Vangelis could see a hook-a-duck, three photo booths, a bubble emporium, cotton candy, toffee apples, a haunted house, three roller coasters and a ferris wheel. Given the pop-pop and crashing noises there was also a shooting range and a bowling alley nearby. The scent of hot dogs, burgers and hog roast drifted through the air and everything just seemed every so slightly sticky with sugar. Despite it being mid-afternoon, the lights on all the rides were bright and garish, and signs flashed above carnival stalls to draw players in.
It was loud, it was lively and it was entirely populated with adults.
Normally, a travelling carnival brought all kinds of folk. Families with young children who liked to play the booths, the older generation who wanted to relive their youth and/or everyone in between. At the Bumper Brothers Fairground, however, there was no-one over the age of forty and barely anyone under twenty-one. The ones that were had snuck in. Here, the fair was an extension of the music festival just over the cliff. Even with the hubbub and chaos of so high above, Vangelis could still hear the crowds rocking out to a guitar solo.
"Are you sure this is where you wanna be?" Vangelis asked no-one in particular. "You know there's music down there?"
Not to mention a beach and the sea and some chill time. Hadn't the boys had enough action overseas? Apparently, not. As two girls came sashaying by in bikini tops and Daisy Duke shorts, Reggie could only grin over his shoulder at Vang.
'Oh, this is definitely where we wanna be. Come on, let's look around. We can lift some beach babes onto our shoulders at the concert later.'
And so it was decided.
With a single-shoulder shrug, Vangelis rubbed a hand over his military crew cut and wandered into the crowd with the rest of them. Thanks to his impressive stature at six foot four, most allowed him and his friends to pass with little persuasion. Like Moses and the red sea, he followed his brothers in arms from booth to stall to ride, not actively participating but enjoying the chaos nonetheless.
It had been a long time since he had been surrounded by riotous noise and not been fearing for his life. The worst he could get here was a stomach ache from too much candy. As the boys took off on a carousel ride, Vangelis hung back. Loitering close enough that he could flick them the bird as they went on by, he shook his head in amusement at their antics. And these were the men the US military allowed to pilot their most expensive aircraft. It was amazing the nation was still standing.
Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants, a depressing 'loser' tune from a nearby booth announced a failed attempt at the grand prize. Narrowing his eyes, he saw that it was a shooting range game. A long rifle with air darts designed to knock over moving targets that popped up left right and centre on the backdrop. His head at an angle of consideration, Vangelis watched as the patron was determined to give it another go and handed over their dollar bills. Considering they were holding the weapon wrong, Vangelis doubted they would have any better luck.
Still, he couldn't help but watch...
JD
Vangelis
JD
Vangelis
Awards
First Impressions:Towering; Resting stoic bitch face; monstrous height; the terrifying "Blood General".
Address: Your Royal Highness
'Daaaamn,' Reggie seemed pleased enough. 'Not seen a set up like this since back home.'
'You're from Tennesee,' Derek chided.
'Yeah and we used to have one of these things roll by every summer. Love 'em.'
The tallest of the group, Vangelis looked out across the crowds. Rides, games and stalls filled every available plot and human beings flooded the rest of it. Crammed in to every nook and cranny, tumbling over one another to reach their favourite nostalgic past-time. From here alone, only a few feet from the entrance, Vangelis could see a hook-a-duck, three photo booths, a bubble emporium, cotton candy, toffee apples, a haunted house, three roller coasters and a ferris wheel. Given the pop-pop and crashing noises there was also a shooting range and a bowling alley nearby. The scent of hot dogs, burgers and hog roast drifted through the air and everything just seemed every so slightly sticky with sugar. Despite it being mid-afternoon, the lights on all the rides were bright and garish, and signs flashed above carnival stalls to draw players in.
It was loud, it was lively and it was entirely populated with adults.
Normally, a travelling carnival brought all kinds of folk. Families with young children who liked to play the booths, the older generation who wanted to relive their youth and/or everyone in between. At the Bumper Brothers Fairground, however, there was no-one over the age of forty and barely anyone under twenty-one. The ones that were had snuck in. Here, the fair was an extension of the music festival just over the cliff. Even with the hubbub and chaos of so high above, Vangelis could still hear the crowds rocking out to a guitar solo.
"Are you sure this is where you wanna be?" Vangelis asked no-one in particular. "You know there's music down there?"
Not to mention a beach and the sea and some chill time. Hadn't the boys had enough action overseas? Apparently, not. As two girls came sashaying by in bikini tops and Daisy Duke shorts, Reggie could only grin over his shoulder at Vang.
'Oh, this is definitely where we wanna be. Come on, let's look around. We can lift some beach babes onto our shoulders at the concert later.'
And so it was decided.
With a single-shoulder shrug, Vangelis rubbed a hand over his military crew cut and wandered into the crowd with the rest of them. Thanks to his impressive stature at six foot four, most allowed him and his friends to pass with little persuasion. Like Moses and the red sea, he followed his brothers in arms from booth to stall to ride, not actively participating but enjoying the chaos nonetheless.
It had been a long time since he had been surrounded by riotous noise and not been fearing for his life. The worst he could get here was a stomach ache from too much candy. As the boys took off on a carousel ride, Vangelis hung back. Loitering close enough that he could flick them the bird as they went on by, he shook his head in amusement at their antics. And these were the men the US military allowed to pilot their most expensive aircraft. It was amazing the nation was still standing.
Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants, a depressing 'loser' tune from a nearby booth announced a failed attempt at the grand prize. Narrowing his eyes, he saw that it was a shooting range game. A long rifle with air darts designed to knock over moving targets that popped up left right and centre on the backdrop. His head at an angle of consideration, Vangelis watched as the patron was determined to give it another go and handed over their dollar bills. Considering they were holding the weapon wrong, Vangelis doubted they would have any better luck.
Still, he couldn't help but watch...
'Daaaamn,' Reggie seemed pleased enough. 'Not seen a set up like this since back home.'
'You're from Tennesee,' Derek chided.
'Yeah and we used to have one of these things roll by every summer. Love 'em.'
The tallest of the group, Vangelis looked out across the crowds. Rides, games and stalls filled every available plot and human beings flooded the rest of it. Crammed in to every nook and cranny, tumbling over one another to reach their favourite nostalgic past-time. From here alone, only a few feet from the entrance, Vangelis could see a hook-a-duck, three photo booths, a bubble emporium, cotton candy, toffee apples, a haunted house, three roller coasters and a ferris wheel. Given the pop-pop and crashing noises there was also a shooting range and a bowling alley nearby. The scent of hot dogs, burgers and hog roast drifted through the air and everything just seemed every so slightly sticky with sugar. Despite it being mid-afternoon, the lights on all the rides were bright and garish, and signs flashed above carnival stalls to draw players in.
It was loud, it was lively and it was entirely populated with adults.
Normally, a travelling carnival brought all kinds of folk. Families with young children who liked to play the booths, the older generation who wanted to relive their youth and/or everyone in between. At the Bumper Brothers Fairground, however, there was no-one over the age of forty and barely anyone under twenty-one. The ones that were had snuck in. Here, the fair was an extension of the music festival just over the cliff. Even with the hubbub and chaos of so high above, Vangelis could still hear the crowds rocking out to a guitar solo.
"Are you sure this is where you wanna be?" Vangelis asked no-one in particular. "You know there's music down there?"
Not to mention a beach and the sea and some chill time. Hadn't the boys had enough action overseas? Apparently, not. As two girls came sashaying by in bikini tops and Daisy Duke shorts, Reggie could only grin over his shoulder at Vang.
'Oh, this is definitely where we wanna be. Come on, let's look around. We can lift some beach babes onto our shoulders at the concert later.'
And so it was decided.
With a single-shoulder shrug, Vangelis rubbed a hand over his military crew cut and wandered into the crowd with the rest of them. Thanks to his impressive stature at six foot four, most allowed him and his friends to pass with little persuasion. Like Moses and the red sea, he followed his brothers in arms from booth to stall to ride, not actively participating but enjoying the chaos nonetheless.
It had been a long time since he had been surrounded by riotous noise and not been fearing for his life. The worst he could get here was a stomach ache from too much candy. As the boys took off on a carousel ride, Vangelis hung back. Loitering close enough that he could flick them the bird as they went on by, he shook his head in amusement at their antics. And these were the men the US military allowed to pilot their most expensive aircraft. It was amazing the nation was still standing.
Stuffing his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants, a depressing 'loser' tune from a nearby booth announced a failed attempt at the grand prize. Narrowing his eyes, he saw that it was a shooting range game. A long rifle with air darts designed to knock over moving targets that popped up left right and centre on the backdrop. His head at an angle of consideration, Vangelis watched as the patron was determined to give it another go and handed over their dollar bills. Considering they were holding the weapon wrong, Vangelis doubted they would have any better luck.
Still, he couldn't help but watch...
((Moved from #Summergoals))
So the guy Alex seemed a bit too volatile to be bothered with, which was a shame really, since he was pretty hot. Apparently, the big-time football player no one had actually ever heard of had a super big house with an incredible party, but given his outburst at not being as well recognised as Mihail left a lot of doubt. At least he’d been easy enough to shake, though it did mean bailing and heading into the show grounds of all places. All Kaia really wanted to do was shuck off her clothes and go for a dip in the water, but the Gods seemed to have other plans.
Uncaring of what anyone thought anymore, Kaia threw off her jacket and ripped shirt, before wiggling out of her jeans, leaving her in a rather plain black bra and underwear. Hopefully people wouldn’t look close enough to notice she was in underwear instead of a bikini, but then again, hopefully the only people who would look that closely would be hot enough for a distraction. Not that finding a bit of casual fun was her priority. First and foremost, she was ready for the gig. No drugs, sex, or drunken shenanigans until after their set was done.
Until then, harmless fun in the water or at the carnival would suffice. At least there didn’t seem to be anyone over the age of forty at the fair, an unusual enough sight to be noticeable. No kids either. Just other people of a similar age, move past each other to get to one ride or stall or mini-game.
They didn’t really have any money to spare on any of the carnival attractions, but there was always the chance someone would offer them a drink if they were flirty or not. Then again, maybe people would give them free shit since they were in Mihail’s company, who knew?
Looking around, Kaia spotted a hell of a tall military guy brooding off on his own. Kaia looked around, then back to the behemoth of a dude and raised her brows in amusement. He was pretty easy to spot, given he was like forever taller than everyone else.
“Gimmie a sec,” Kaia said to no one in particular, before she headed towards the lonely military giant. Kaia made a bit more of an effort to sway her hips, just a little. She wanted to come across hot, not trashy. Then again, she was parading around in her underwear, so there was only so much she could do on that front. It truly was a #yolo moment.
Noticing that his attention seemed to be fixed on the shooting minigame, Kaia considered her approach. The guy was hot, so that was a bonus. Being in the military, he probably knew how to handle a gun, better than she could at any rate. She could at least shoot a bow though, so maybe she wouldn’t be god awful. Whatever. She’d make it work, so long as hot giant dude paid.
“So, you reckon you could teach me how to win at that?” Kaia asked as she stepped up beside the guy. Kaia met his gaze briefly, before nodding her attention toward the stall he was keenly watching a moment before. “My friends dared me. If I lose then I have to ride on the shoulders of the tallest guy I can find. If I win, then the tall guy has to pay.” She was lying out her ass, but it didn’t matter. With a sly smirk, Kaia cut her storm-blue gaze back to the guy. “You game?”
Lani
Kaia
Lani
Kaia
Awards
First Impressions:Lean, athletic; Straw-blonde hair, stormy blue eyes, and a nearly permanent scowl.
Address: Your
So the guy Alex seemed a bit too volatile to be bothered with, which was a shame really, since he was pretty hot. Apparently, the big-time football player no one had actually ever heard of had a super big house with an incredible party, but given his outburst at not being as well recognised as Mihail left a lot of doubt. At least he’d been easy enough to shake, though it did mean bailing and heading into the show grounds of all places. All Kaia really wanted to do was shuck off her clothes and go for a dip in the water, but the Gods seemed to have other plans.
Uncaring of what anyone thought anymore, Kaia threw off her jacket and ripped shirt, before wiggling out of her jeans, leaving her in a rather plain black bra and underwear. Hopefully people wouldn’t look close enough to notice she was in underwear instead of a bikini, but then again, hopefully the only people who would look that closely would be hot enough for a distraction. Not that finding a bit of casual fun was her priority. First and foremost, she was ready for the gig. No drugs, sex, or drunken shenanigans until after their set was done.
Until then, harmless fun in the water or at the carnival would suffice. At least there didn’t seem to be anyone over the age of forty at the fair, an unusual enough sight to be noticeable. No kids either. Just other people of a similar age, move past each other to get to one ride or stall or mini-game.
They didn’t really have any money to spare on any of the carnival attractions, but there was always the chance someone would offer them a drink if they were flirty or not. Then again, maybe people would give them free shit since they were in Mihail’s company, who knew?
Looking around, Kaia spotted a hell of a tall military guy brooding off on his own. Kaia looked around, then back to the behemoth of a dude and raised her brows in amusement. He was pretty easy to spot, given he was like forever taller than everyone else.
“Gimmie a sec,” Kaia said to no one in particular, before she headed towards the lonely military giant. Kaia made a bit more of an effort to sway her hips, just a little. She wanted to come across hot, not trashy. Then again, she was parading around in her underwear, so there was only so much she could do on that front. It truly was a #yolo moment.
Noticing that his attention seemed to be fixed on the shooting minigame, Kaia considered her approach. The guy was hot, so that was a bonus. Being in the military, he probably knew how to handle a gun, better than she could at any rate. She could at least shoot a bow though, so maybe she wouldn’t be god awful. Whatever. She’d make it work, so long as hot giant dude paid.
“So, you reckon you could teach me how to win at that?” Kaia asked as she stepped up beside the guy. Kaia met his gaze briefly, before nodding her attention toward the stall he was keenly watching a moment before. “My friends dared me. If I lose then I have to ride on the shoulders of the tallest guy I can find. If I win, then the tall guy has to pay.” She was lying out her ass, but it didn’t matter. With a sly smirk, Kaia cut her storm-blue gaze back to the guy. “You game?”
((Moved from #Summergoals))
So the guy Alex seemed a bit too volatile to be bothered with, which was a shame really, since he was pretty hot. Apparently, the big-time football player no one had actually ever heard of had a super big house with an incredible party, but given his outburst at not being as well recognised as Mihail left a lot of doubt. At least he’d been easy enough to shake, though it did mean bailing and heading into the show grounds of all places. All Kaia really wanted to do was shuck off her clothes and go for a dip in the water, but the Gods seemed to have other plans.
Uncaring of what anyone thought anymore, Kaia threw off her jacket and ripped shirt, before wiggling out of her jeans, leaving her in a rather plain black bra and underwear. Hopefully people wouldn’t look close enough to notice she was in underwear instead of a bikini, but then again, hopefully the only people who would look that closely would be hot enough for a distraction. Not that finding a bit of casual fun was her priority. First and foremost, she was ready for the gig. No drugs, sex, or drunken shenanigans until after their set was done.
Until then, harmless fun in the water or at the carnival would suffice. At least there didn’t seem to be anyone over the age of forty at the fair, an unusual enough sight to be noticeable. No kids either. Just other people of a similar age, move past each other to get to one ride or stall or mini-game.
They didn’t really have any money to spare on any of the carnival attractions, but there was always the chance someone would offer them a drink if they were flirty or not. Then again, maybe people would give them free shit since they were in Mihail’s company, who knew?
Looking around, Kaia spotted a hell of a tall military guy brooding off on his own. Kaia looked around, then back to the behemoth of a dude and raised her brows in amusement. He was pretty easy to spot, given he was like forever taller than everyone else.
“Gimmie a sec,” Kaia said to no one in particular, before she headed towards the lonely military giant. Kaia made a bit more of an effort to sway her hips, just a little. She wanted to come across hot, not trashy. Then again, she was parading around in her underwear, so there was only so much she could do on that front. It truly was a #yolo moment.
Noticing that his attention seemed to be fixed on the shooting minigame, Kaia considered her approach. The guy was hot, so that was a bonus. Being in the military, he probably knew how to handle a gun, better than she could at any rate. She could at least shoot a bow though, so maybe she wouldn’t be god awful. Whatever. She’d make it work, so long as hot giant dude paid.
“So, you reckon you could teach me how to win at that?” Kaia asked as she stepped up beside the guy. Kaia met his gaze briefly, before nodding her attention toward the stall he was keenly watching a moment before. “My friends dared me. If I lose then I have to ride on the shoulders of the tallest guy I can find. If I win, then the tall guy has to pay.” She was lying out her ass, but it didn’t matter. With a sly smirk, Kaia cut her storm-blue gaze back to the guy. “You game?”
Vangelis wasn't an infantry soldier. He wasn't a part of the army or the rangers, but the navy. Airforce. That did not, however, mean that he couldn't handle his way around a firearm. He'd gone through basic training just like everyone else and was a fairly good shot. So the shooting game had held his attention with a sort of morbid curiosity over others' failures.
That being said, he had also been trained to keep an eye on his surroundings. To be aware of his environment and react to potential threats in the space of a heartbeat. Anything could happen when flying. Even more so if you were downed in enemy territory. Not that that had happened to him. Yet.
So, when a beautiful blonde sashayed her way toward him in a black bikini and a smile, he noticed from the first. He just hadn't expected her to have honed in on him as her target...
Then again, the uniform was an attraction to many of the opposite sex. Whilst he was wearing khaki cut-offs and a simple black tee-shirt, the small US Navy logo across the breast and his buzzcut were dead giveaways. Even if he wasn't in cargo fatigues, he was easy to spot as militia. This was perhaps why the woman's opening gambit was related to the shooting game, her tone suggesting confidence in his abilities with weaponry.
Taller than the girl by a fair margin, Vangelis shifted his weight so his shoulders were a little lop-sided and his general height diminished by an inch. It was a habit he'd learned in high school to try and appear less intimidating and had become an instinctive reaction in front of anyone shorter than him. In other words: everyone.
'...reckon you could teach me how to win at that?' she asked, her eyes full of challenge and spark. They were pretty eyes, shaped like almonds and alive with natural fire. The rest of her face might have been considered unimpressive. Nothing in her features was excessively sultry or demanding of attention. But perfectly formed. Which, as a collaboration upon her face, turned her from unimpressive to beautifully balanced.
Vangelis glanced at the minigame again, his lips quirking in a half-smile as he assessed her question.
"I'm not sure about win..." he mused out loud, glancing at her hands. They were feminine and dainty. Whilst she would struggle with a real weapon, he suspected the lightweight air guns they were using at the booth wouldn't be overtly challenging for her to hold. Would her aim also measure up? "But I could probably show you how to at least fire in the right direction?" he offered.
From the corner of his eyes, Vangelis noticed his friends already absorbed in helping a small group of girls join the queue for one of the games - an adult, high-speed version of a carousel. The idea of making himself dizzy was not appealing. Given the choice, he'd far prefer rifle lessons.
The fact that the woman suggesting them was intensely attractive didn't hurt either.
'...my friends dared me... I have to ride on the shoulders of the tallest guy I can find...'
At this, Vangelis raised a single eyebrow. A silent tick that told the girl she wasn't fooling anyone. So far, Vangelis had capped out anyone else in the near vicinity by at least three inches.
"Though..." he mused over her two options for winning or losing: ride around on his shoulders, or he pays for her gameplay. "I'm not seeing how either of those options benefit me..."
He smiled and then swallowed, sensing his rust when it came to female flirting. "You win and you'll have your ride... but you'll owe me..."
Nodding towards the mini booth as the 'loser' player finally gave up, he gave a half-shrug. "Looks like you're up. You better take the first shot yourself... I need to see what we're working with..."
JD
Vangelis
JD
Vangelis
Awards
First Impressions:Towering; Resting stoic bitch face; monstrous height; the terrifying "Blood General".
Address: Your Royal Highness
Vangelis wasn't an infantry soldier. He wasn't a part of the army or the rangers, but the navy. Airforce. That did not, however, mean that he couldn't handle his way around a firearm. He'd gone through basic training just like everyone else and was a fairly good shot. So the shooting game had held his attention with a sort of morbid curiosity over others' failures.
That being said, he had also been trained to keep an eye on his surroundings. To be aware of his environment and react to potential threats in the space of a heartbeat. Anything could happen when flying. Even more so if you were downed in enemy territory. Not that that had happened to him. Yet.
So, when a beautiful blonde sashayed her way toward him in a black bikini and a smile, he noticed from the first. He just hadn't expected her to have honed in on him as her target...
Then again, the uniform was an attraction to many of the opposite sex. Whilst he was wearing khaki cut-offs and a simple black tee-shirt, the small US Navy logo across the breast and his buzzcut were dead giveaways. Even if he wasn't in cargo fatigues, he was easy to spot as militia. This was perhaps why the woman's opening gambit was related to the shooting game, her tone suggesting confidence in his abilities with weaponry.
Taller than the girl by a fair margin, Vangelis shifted his weight so his shoulders were a little lop-sided and his general height diminished by an inch. It was a habit he'd learned in high school to try and appear less intimidating and had become an instinctive reaction in front of anyone shorter than him. In other words: everyone.
'...reckon you could teach me how to win at that?' she asked, her eyes full of challenge and spark. They were pretty eyes, shaped like almonds and alive with natural fire. The rest of her face might have been considered unimpressive. Nothing in her features was excessively sultry or demanding of attention. But perfectly formed. Which, as a collaboration upon her face, turned her from unimpressive to beautifully balanced.
Vangelis glanced at the minigame again, his lips quirking in a half-smile as he assessed her question.
"I'm not sure about win..." he mused out loud, glancing at her hands. They were feminine and dainty. Whilst she would struggle with a real weapon, he suspected the lightweight air guns they were using at the booth wouldn't be overtly challenging for her to hold. Would her aim also measure up? "But I could probably show you how to at least fire in the right direction?" he offered.
From the corner of his eyes, Vangelis noticed his friends already absorbed in helping a small group of girls join the queue for one of the games - an adult, high-speed version of a carousel. The idea of making himself dizzy was not appealing. Given the choice, he'd far prefer rifle lessons.
The fact that the woman suggesting them was intensely attractive didn't hurt either.
'...my friends dared me... I have to ride on the shoulders of the tallest guy I can find...'
At this, Vangelis raised a single eyebrow. A silent tick that told the girl she wasn't fooling anyone. So far, Vangelis had capped out anyone else in the near vicinity by at least three inches.
"Though..." he mused over her two options for winning or losing: ride around on his shoulders, or he pays for her gameplay. "I'm not seeing how either of those options benefit me..."
He smiled and then swallowed, sensing his rust when it came to female flirting. "You win and you'll have your ride... but you'll owe me..."
Nodding towards the mini booth as the 'loser' player finally gave up, he gave a half-shrug. "Looks like you're up. You better take the first shot yourself... I need to see what we're working with..."
Vangelis wasn't an infantry soldier. He wasn't a part of the army or the rangers, but the navy. Airforce. That did not, however, mean that he couldn't handle his way around a firearm. He'd gone through basic training just like everyone else and was a fairly good shot. So the shooting game had held his attention with a sort of morbid curiosity over others' failures.
That being said, he had also been trained to keep an eye on his surroundings. To be aware of his environment and react to potential threats in the space of a heartbeat. Anything could happen when flying. Even more so if you were downed in enemy territory. Not that that had happened to him. Yet.
So, when a beautiful blonde sashayed her way toward him in a black bikini and a smile, he noticed from the first. He just hadn't expected her to have honed in on him as her target...
Then again, the uniform was an attraction to many of the opposite sex. Whilst he was wearing khaki cut-offs and a simple black tee-shirt, the small US Navy logo across the breast and his buzzcut were dead giveaways. Even if he wasn't in cargo fatigues, he was easy to spot as militia. This was perhaps why the woman's opening gambit was related to the shooting game, her tone suggesting confidence in his abilities with weaponry.
Taller than the girl by a fair margin, Vangelis shifted his weight so his shoulders were a little lop-sided and his general height diminished by an inch. It was a habit he'd learned in high school to try and appear less intimidating and had become an instinctive reaction in front of anyone shorter than him. In other words: everyone.
'...reckon you could teach me how to win at that?' she asked, her eyes full of challenge and spark. They were pretty eyes, shaped like almonds and alive with natural fire. The rest of her face might have been considered unimpressive. Nothing in her features was excessively sultry or demanding of attention. But perfectly formed. Which, as a collaboration upon her face, turned her from unimpressive to beautifully balanced.
Vangelis glanced at the minigame again, his lips quirking in a half-smile as he assessed her question.
"I'm not sure about win..." he mused out loud, glancing at her hands. They were feminine and dainty. Whilst she would struggle with a real weapon, he suspected the lightweight air guns they were using at the booth wouldn't be overtly challenging for her to hold. Would her aim also measure up? "But I could probably show you how to at least fire in the right direction?" he offered.
From the corner of his eyes, Vangelis noticed his friends already absorbed in helping a small group of girls join the queue for one of the games - an adult, high-speed version of a carousel. The idea of making himself dizzy was not appealing. Given the choice, he'd far prefer rifle lessons.
The fact that the woman suggesting them was intensely attractive didn't hurt either.
'...my friends dared me... I have to ride on the shoulders of the tallest guy I can find...'
At this, Vangelis raised a single eyebrow. A silent tick that told the girl she wasn't fooling anyone. So far, Vangelis had capped out anyone else in the near vicinity by at least three inches.
"Though..." he mused over her two options for winning or losing: ride around on his shoulders, or he pays for her gameplay. "I'm not seeing how either of those options benefit me..."
He smiled and then swallowed, sensing his rust when it came to female flirting. "You win and you'll have your ride... but you'll owe me..."
Nodding towards the mini booth as the 'loser' player finally gave up, he gave a half-shrug. "Looks like you're up. You better take the first shot yourself... I need to see what we're working with..."
