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Homecoming Carnival, The Park, Friday

The weather had been kind, and it was just the right amount of cool for a Halloween-themed Homecoming carnival. The booths and activities were ready for visitors, and the Halloween decorations and spooooky music playing everywhere aimed to set the right kind of mood for everyone.

Yes, there was also black and orange glitter everywhere, because of course there was. Feel free to take some home with you, because it's going to be difficult not to!

[Have at it! Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossings | Food and Drink | Tables | Rides | Games]

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"It's the outdoors, darling," Eliot said.

There was no indication that it was or was not.

"I can make sure my smoke avoids you if you take offense."

Yes, it was obviously outdoors. But not everyone liked walking through smoke clouds while out and about.

"Was actually looking for a spot to light up myself" he said simply. "Mind if I sit?"

Eliot gestured in a "it's a free country" sort of way, but was polite enough to at least shift over and move his legs so he was taking up a bit less of this particular table.

"By all means," he said. "Though if you're about to pull out a Marlboro red or something, I may have to complain to the management."

He didn't actually care that much about other people's choice of cigarettes. But he had a snobbish reputation to maintain.

"Thanks" Billy nodded as he sat down. "And no worries, haven't touched a Marlboro since I was in Boot Camp," he stated simply as he pulled out the pack of Kent's from his pocket and lit it.

“Boot camp,” Eliot echoed, with a faint, performative shudder. “Tell me, are the stories about it true? All the hazing and humiliation?”

"It can be. Depends on who you are in training with and what your drill sergeant is like. I got away with minimal hazing and what not. But the training itself... "Billy shook his head. "That was a chore to get through. Course..." he mused for a moment. "Wouldn't have expected anything less from the Marines."

"Ah, yes." Eliot nodded. "They are, what, the 'jar heads'? I assume that's a nickname given in all fondness. Are you still enlisted, or have you since retired?"

Billy nodded giving a slight sigh at the absolutely terrible nickname that he never fully understood.

"Oh ummm, yeah I'm not active any more. Had been spending some down time in Cancun before I ended up here" Billy said simply trying to dodge that question about the whole active vs discharged vs retired thing.

Damnit all, this was why he usually avoided too much talk about the military stuff.... kinda hard to explain to someone how you go from being on death row for war crimes to being in Mexico enjoying a new life.

See Billy, this is why you don't usually socialize he reminded himself as he took a long slow drag on the cigarette.

Please. Eliot had died during a bank heist. Sometimes crime was the only way to go.

"Ahh, Cancun. Lovely spot. How on earth did you end up here?"

"Mexico is a good place to try and disappear in" Billy answered honestly. "But even good things can end up not being enough so I tried to leave... ended up here. Have yet to see if that is an upgrade or not" he said with a smirk.

"Well. If my experience is anything to judge by, you will be very well hidden here. Until you aren't."

It wasn't as though Rafe, Abigail, Quentin, and the Great Cock had been invited by Eliot or Margo. Even when they'd spent ages trying to contact at least Quentin.

"That's reassuring, for the most part..." Billy said with a slight nod. "Beggars cant be choosers since I'm stuck here for who knows how long. Might be time to admit defeat and start settling in."

“That’s what Margo and I have done.” A beat. “Well. As much as Margo settles for anything.”

"Yeah, us Type A Personalities don't like to be out of control very much" Billy said with a affirming nod.

“To be fair, the rest of us don’t love it.”

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