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[color=gray][indent][indent]Brown’s laughter ambushed Ambrose’s senses. He’d gotten distracted looking at the lights and the booths. This had been the first time he’d attended the festival, and he had to admit that for such a small, homey town, they’d gone out of their way to make things seem larger than life. Brown’s laughter caused Ambrose’s smile to ignite even further, going from a close-lipped smirk to showing off thousands of dollars of dental work and whitening treatments. 

“A fool? That tracks. Audrey calls me the town idiot, constantly. I figure that you mean in a more positive way like a court jester, than the moron that shits in the well. Not that we have a town well to shit in. Though I imagine that this fair has at least a port-a-potty or two. Though, I guess that’d be more the town box that everyone shits in.” He placed his hands on his hips. “I think the analog—nope—anthology—comparison has gotten away from me.”

At the mention of Brown’s friend, Ambrose shrugged. “Wow. Are people getting drunk there instead of here? There are shiny lights here. There are just beer farts there. Well, I say let’s have fun without him. I’m sure I can beat whatever games they have lined up.” He lifted his arms up in a strong man pose and patted his bicep like it was a Pomeranian that had just learned how to fetch. He eyeballed one of the classic carnival games of hitting the hammer down on the target to make the weight go up to the bell. “Oh. There we go. Maybe we’ll win something. You can give it to Rowan or to your friend. Try to soothe his beer fart-burnt nostrils.”

Ambrose did check his phone about then, curious to see if Rowan had gotten back to him. It showed that they were unread. He narrowed his eyes at that. Then again, their relationship was just based on him paying her to make it seem like he was an academic. She probably assumed that he’d forgotten how to tie his shoelaces or something and muted him. No. Rowan was nice. She wasn’t like some of the other people that his mother had hired to try to make her son the shiniest diamond in the shit mine. Rowan was probably just caught up in the festivities and hadn’t seen her phone yet. Ambrose soothed his ego with that.

Though mentioning Audrey earlier reminded him that he hadn’t heard from her during this entire day. She was probably off doing something exciting, but what was more exciting than him? Nothing. So, he shot her a quick message before returning his attention to Brown.
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