“Can we get a turkey leg, a pretzel with cheese, a bottle of Pepsi, and,” Chris pauses to look back at you, his . “Y’want anything to drink, ma?”

“Can I just get a bottle of water?” You ask the lady with pointy ears wearing a green dress that resembles leaves standing behind the food cart.

“How long d’you think you’re gonna last out here, baby? You already had 3 of those fruity drinks and a tea. And we know you refuse to use a porta-potty,” Chris teases as he pays. You're handed your items and head over to sit at a small picnic table to eat before you continue to wander the fair grounds.

“I’ll be fine, Chris. You act like it’s gonna hit me out of nowhere and we won’t have time to leave and find a bathroom,” you roll your eyes as you start to tear off a piece of the pretzel to dip it into the cheese, careful to keep it away from your short pink flower looking dress.

“I’m just sayin’, I know you,” he pauses to reach up and adjust the iridescent fairy wings of your costume. “And I know what happens when you gotta go, sweetheart. Don’t come cryin’ to me when you gotta take a piss and there’s nowhere around for you to go,” he grumbles through a mouthful of turkey, dropping a piece on his loose shirt. “Ah, fuck.”