Kissing Booth [Open]

[Eliam]

Eliam had a problem.

Well, no, not really.

The managers of the booth had a problem.

And that problem was Eliam.

He had been enjoying the festival, safely blending in with everyone else because everyone was wearing costumes and thought he was too.

Then he'd come upon some people arguing about who should take the next shift at their booth. Unable to resist an opportunity to meddle mediate, he'd offered to take the next shift so they could all take a break.

But then it turned out that said booth was a kissing booth. And his disguise didn't really stand up to close scrutiny. But he was committed.

So he sat there patient as a rock while variously inebriated people of all races walked up to him and paid him for a kiss as he hoped really really hard that none of them would be sober enough to see through his disguise.

Really, all it would take was one person looking him in the eyes.

[Alecto]

This recent turn of events was all too amusing for Alecto. Well, everything was amusing to her at the moment, but that was beside the point. Somehow, she had gotten her hands on some sort of mind-altering substance. This was a carefully thought out strategy, though it might not have seemed that way to anyone who didn't understand. This was a festival, there where tons of people around. This way, she would have little to no chance of flipping her lid and killing the nearest person. She didn't want to get into any trouble today. She hadn't even brought her weapon.

Where had Eliam ran off to now? Did he really trust her to go off on her own like this? He couldn't be too far away. She peeked around a corner, and spied him. Finally. He was sitting behind a booth, a

kissing

booth

a kissing booth. BUAHAHAHA.

Sometimes she wondered about his sanity. Alecto chuckled to herself, wiping a tiny bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. She decided to make her move.

Without a care on the world, the massive troll walked right up to Eliam and licked the side of his face. From jawline to hairline. Some people would see sexual intent in this action, but Eliam was her best friend.

[Terezi]

Oh god she hated this. Hated it. For a festival that was supposed to be committed to peace, there was quite a lot of crime going on. Mostly just rip-offs and thefts and the odd unwelcome grope or two, but a crime was a crime and criminals deserved to be punished.

Lucky bastards. Eliam had forbade her from doing her duty here at the festival, so it was a 'vacation'. She still had her scythe, of course. It was part of her 'costume'. Not that she was actually costumed; she was wearing what she always wore, sunglasses and all. Most people thought she was costumed, though, and she had to block a few idiot children who thought it would be fun to tug on her horns.

She wasn't allowed to bring Vael, because he couldn't blend in. He was a monster -- one of the Ainur -- but he couldn't really fit in the tents and people tended to freak at the sight of him. So the albino dragon was off hunting, eagerly awaiting Terezi's return.

If she didn't have such an extreme sense of obligation to watch over Elia-- oh god where the crap did Eliam go he was right there with his boobtacular friend and then he was gone oh. There he was. She smelled him over there, sitting behind that kissing booth--

Really. A kissing booth. Terezi, too, had to wonder about his sani-- oh god the boobtastic woman was licking Eliam's face.

You'd think she'd be used to Alecto's antics by now, but no. Not in the slightest. At least she could definitely pick out the woman from the crowd; her boobs were just that big. They were distinct in the blurred images that popped up in her mind, very distinct. It was almost overwhelming how distinct they were.

She wondered if Alecto used her boobs as pillows at night. She wouldn't be surprised.

Terezi sighed, resisted the urge to facepalm, and made her way over to the booth, her tongue darting out every few seconds to taste her surroundings. She stopped just before she crashed into the booth, and turned to the two.

"Classy," she muttered, twitching slightly as she heard yet another shout of a put-out vendor whose goods had been stolen.

Lucky bastards.

[Eliam]

Oh dear. There was Eliam's constant companion, approaching with shenanigans in her eyes. Aaaand then he was being licked. "It's good to see you're enjoying the festival, Alecto."

And suddenly Terezi. Eliam was surrounded. "Any rational man would be running for his life right now," he said simply. "How are you ladies liking the festival?"

[Alecto]

And Terezi was here too! Alecto was so stoked, she almost licked her face too. She would have, but then decided that it was too far to lean over. Alecto opted for a toothy smile instead. Sometimes she got the feeling that Terezi didn't particularly care for her, but that didn't matter to her. She still counted her as one of her better friends.

She turned back to Eliam "Nah, any rational man would know that running would be useless!"

How was she liking the festival? Heh. The festival was the most legit extraordinary fun thing that had happened to her in the past month. It made her want to roll around in the middle of a pathway, and then find some new toys to play with, preferably living ones. If only hoisting someone over her shoulder and walking around with them was an acceptable thing.

"It's been pretty awesome. I wanted to join that fighting...competetion.... thing......but,..."

And then she completely lost her train of thought again. Whatever she had eaten earlier, was really working.

[Terezi]

She rolled her eyes. It didn't have much of an effect, since she couldn't actually see, and she was wearing her shades, but it made her feel better. Kind of. Still, her disdain for this entire affair had been expressed, and she left it at that.

"This completely blows." Okay, maybe not completely at that. There was just too much disdain to be expressed through a simple eyeroll that no one could see.

Terezi turned to face Miss Highboob, kind of... not staring since she couldn't see, but certainly facing her with an intensity that, if looks could kill and Terezi could give looks, Alecto would be dead.

"Darklight was in the tournament," she said flatly, driving her scythe into the ground in her agitation. "You should have joined."