#midnightbash

[veilmetricked]

Cerio was a perceptive cupid. He had seen Bash go up time and time again from the line and when he was just one of the people passing by. He was glad that the man offered him the other half of the seat, because there was no way that he was going to wait another cycle to go up. "Thank you, such a kind gentleman." He pointed to both the seat and the bottle, two things that were offered to him, as he climbed into the seat. Their bar was lowered again as the ferris wheel started to rise them up to the sky. "I guess you like this ride, huh? Seems like you don't really want to come off of it. If I didn't join you, I was scared security would just haul you out themselves." He didn't actually think that would happen, but the cupid was apparently not against lying.

"This one's going up again," he signaled to the ferris wheel operator as his cart came back to the bottom. This must have been Bash's fifth or sixth round, and he had no intention of stopping any time soon. Draped along his seat, with a bottle of wine in one hand, and a red solo cup half filled in another, he was actually living his best life. The view to at the top of the ride overlooked the entire city and it's occupants. It truly was the best place to people watch and not look creepy or obvious. Not to mention he started to feel the buzz of the wine after the fourth time around. He noticed someone waiting in line, and offered a half smile. "If you don't want to wait, I've got room here for one more." He shifted his feet down from the seat, offering some space. He could use some company. "I've got booze," he wiggled his bottle.

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