Bradley watched as Kitty ran off, gone almost as quickly as she had been there to say hi to him. There had been a brief moment there where he’d thought she was going to straddle him, but luckily before he had to deal with that, she was off again. He watched her launch off of the stage and into Levi’s arms and found himself wondering why she had bought him if she was interested in Levi. Bradly was kind of used to girls being more interested in Levi than him, especially when they were in Sanctuary. With Kitty off and on an adventure though, Bradley could finally go about his business. He frowned as he observed the dispersing crowd from his chair on the stage. He’d lost Stella, and Stella had been the one who knew where the petting zoo was. This put a damper on his plans to play with the rabbits.
Slowly and with great effort, Bradley forced the weed haze out of his mind. He couldn’t find the petting zoo, largely because he was an idiot. What else is there to do at the festival? There was music coming, Bradley kind of recalled that the announcer lady had mentioned that… which meant what? Did he want to listen to the music they played? Would it be good? He wasn’t sure how he expected himself to answer any of those questions, and he found himself frustrated at how disconnected he really was from the people of his hometown. Maybe hanging out exclusively in the flower shop he owned and his house wasn’t the ideal move.
As quickly as that thought had entered his head, it was replaced by another. Where did Bee get the money to pay for her date?
He asked himself, then reached back to touch his wallet pockets and found them empty. Oh. That’s where she got the money. When the fuck did she take that?
He stood up, thankful he at least had some cash in his front pockets. He wasn’t as angry as he should have been, but what was he going to do? Besides, it was for charity — he could write off the total from his taxes, and that was kind of cool. Of course, capital gains taxes would kick his ass regardless.
He stepped off the stage as thoughts continued to fly through his head. Apparently, when he was this stoned, he was just as flighty as Kitty was. That was almost funny to him, but what wasn’t funny to him was the almost ravenous hunger he felt settling in the pit of his stomach. “Fuck. I got the munchies.”
This observation, Bradley made aloud. He stepped down from the stage. Unlike Kitty’s dramatic exit, he did not leap from the stage. He met eyes with Levi as he briefly considered asking him to go get some food, then figured he was probably busy with the redhead in his arms, so he decided to go it alone. He sniffed the air. A one man wolf pack, his THC-enhanced nose picked out the scents and flavors of something he had loved since he was a baby: fair food.
If he was in a cartoon, he would have found himself floating
toward the tantalizing smells wafting into his nostrils. Once he arrived at the makeshift food truck gathering, Bradley could feel his eyes welling up with tears. It was a joyous occasion! There was food everywhere. What was that? Quesadillas? No… no, tacos. No, wait. Fried chicken!? The sweet maple hint of waffles?
Was this the greatest day of his life? Maybe if Kitty had sat on him. Wait, that was just the weed — Kitty was his little sister’s best friend. Bee would hit him with a shovel if she knew he had such thoughts. Wait a second, was that churros he smelled? Okay, nevermind, the day was back in the running for the greatest in his life.
He found himself wishing he had someone to share this moment with. Stella, Levi, his sister, his grandparents… hell, even the sheriff would have been better than complete solitude. Bradley wasn’t unaccustomed to being alone, but he was similarly unaccustomed to situations where it would be nice
to have someone else there. It was one thing to get the munchies while alone in your room in Los Angeles and playing Final Fantasy 14, but it was an entirely different thing to get it at a fair. Fair food was special.
By the time he was sitting on the ground in front of the music stage, Bradley had two churros in each hand as he alternated which he took bites out of. Steaming bags of food sat on either side of him, and Bradly was pretty confident he was situated for the evening. In fact he may have bought too much food, though Bradly wouldn’t have admitted that even if he was sober. He wanted to have good snacks for the music show! He’d managed to get at least one thing from each stand, including a caramel apple he’d bought from Stella’s family cart.
He took another bite of the churro and felt himself melting into the grassy knoll upon which he sat. Hopefully the band didn’t suck, because if they did, he wasn’t sure he was going to have the energy to get up. At least not until he finished eating his feast. As he opened the container of chicken and waffles, he noticed an object fly from the sky and land in front of him: his wallet. That meant…“Jesus, Bradley. What the fuck? You’re going to get fat again if you let the munchies win.”
Abigail had returned from… well, wherever she had been.
Abigail couldn’t help but stare as Em wandered away. She wasn’t staring in a ‘hate to see her go, but love to watch her leave’ angle. Bee felt it was more of a look of concern as she gazed after Em. Was she really in a position where she should be performing in front of a crowd? Let alone singing… she could barely speak without slurring her words. Still, she couldn’t help but feel good about the conversation. She’d never really been called cute before, at least not by someone who wasn’t a creep.
After Em walked away, she pulled headphones
up over her ears, with a pleased smile on her lips. She’d secured a date with literally the most attractive person in Sanctuary, using money that wasn’t hers, and that felt insanely good. It helped that it was her bastard brother’s money, and that the date she was going to go on was a candlelit dinner and she might get to kiss a cute girl. What did the announcer say about her date again? … Em has always wanted to be treated to a candlelit dinner... Wait. Treated!? Does that mean I have to do all the work!?
Abigail frowned. She hadn’t realized that in the heat of the moment. It wasn’t really her fault, Em was cute and distracting. Could she even… cook a candlelit dinner? Probably not…
Whatever, that was a different day’s problem. She had to get her date’s number and then tell her when to meet at her place. Should I have done that before she walked off? I suck.
She’d figure the details out later, it was a problem for another day. As she stepped away from the auction stage, Bee wondered how that was even legal. Was baiting for charity donations with eligible bachelors and bachelorettes normal? She knew just as well as anyone else that no one
was going to a date auction for the charity. It was for kissing.
Method Man tear the roof off
Jump in the pit
As the music reached its crescendo in her headphones, Bee thought about how she was going to handle this. She was self-aware enough to know that she needed to earn
a kiss if she was going to get one (she was well on her way though!). Even if she’d technically
purchased the date off the market, that guaranteed nothing. She’d have to make sure Em had a good time if she was going to get any kisses at all, let alone one that was memorable. Did she know anything about Em? Only vaguely. She and Em hadn’t been that close in high school, but neither of them had finished. Was that something they could connect over? Abigail thought about how she
felt about high school and how that had gone for her. She dismissed that idea, realizing it was stupid. No one wanted to talk about high school — especially if they fucking dropped out.
Wandering through the festival as she waited for the concert to start, Bee found a popcorn vendor and was happy to carry the bag around as she walked. Did she know anyone who knew anything about Em? Abigail thought about it as she tossed a handful of popcorn in her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, she considered all the people she knew. There weren't many. It was mostly her brother and…“OH. MY. GOD. KITTY.”
She didn’t even think about Kitty! How did she forget!? Kitty and Em were FUCKING FAMILY. Kitty probably had all the cheat codes! She almost fumbled it as she pulled her phone out and rapidly threw her fingers across the keyboard.To: Kit-KatKAYLEIGH. I need you to give me the tech to make sure Bee has a good timeI didn’t spend thousands of my brother’s hard earned dollars to not kiss her
Satisfied with that, Abigail dropped her phone in her pocket. She knew Kitty well enough that she was almost expecting a burst of text messages that hardly acknowledged what she was asking for, so she decided to ignore the buzzing once it started. Instead, Abigail focused on finding her way back toward the performance stage. She did
want to watch the show after all, and she needed to eventually find her brother and return his wallet to him.
Once she got there, she could see her brother sitting square in front of the center of the stage, as close as he could get without stepping on it. More importantly, she could see the bags of food he was surrounded by, and it made her scowl as she scarfed down popcorn. Stomping over to him, Abigail yeeted her brother’s wallet as hard as she could and it flew threw the air.“Jesus, Bradley. What the fuck? You’re going to get fat again if you let the munchies win.”
Bradley turned to look at Abigail with wide, bloodshot eyes. “I thought Kitty was going to sit on my lap earlier. Sorry… I should have kept that to myself.”“OW!”
Bradley complained, reaching up to rub the spot on his arm where Bee had socked him.“What? You’re letting the intrusive thoughts win! Shut up! Kitty wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole. Can I have some food?”“You have popcorn.”
Bradley protested as he grabbed his wallet and slid it back into his pocket as he popped what was left of his churros into his mouth, shaking his head. His voice was somewhat bitter. Abigail was trying, once again, to ruin his day - only this time, Bradley was simply not having it.
And Bee knew her brother well enough to know when her presence wasn’t wanted. “Fine. Enjoy your snacks then. I guess I’ll go get my own!”
She huffed, and then spun to stomp off to bother someone else instead.“AND SAVE ME A SEAT! I NEED A FRONT ROW FOR EM’S SONG!”