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"Or a bad one." Tyson added, most of his friends who indulged in the night enhancer tended to do so when their day had spiralled out of control. It had made for some interesting evenings.

When the door was opened for them, he picks up his sledgehammer and follows her inside, laughing despite not wanting to laugh at the feral scream that left her mouth immediately. He leaves her to her bottle mangling, his attention being drawn to mirror resting against the wall. His aunt's voice was echoing in his ears, warnings of years of bad luck that would catapult his way did nothing to stop the swing of his sledgehammer and the shatter that it caused on impact.

The fall of the shards did no damage to the steel-toed boots he had on, an adrenaline filled fuck yeah leaving him as he broke the quarter that had survived with a heavy footed kick to it.

"I'm a genius when it comes to most shit." He tells her, with nothing to back up that genius except his word, which he decided was enough.

"If I throw one of these wine bottles at you, do you think you could swing and smash it in mid-air?" Tyson asked, stepping through the shattered remains of the bottles on the ground to pick up a black bottle that he's sure had once housed a nice Cabernet Sauvignon.

His question had been a warning of sorts, his arm winding back so he could launch it in her direction hoping she would do exactly as he imagined.

"Think fast."

"Obviously I'm mega interesting on coke," Fiona assures him, taking the baseball bat and testing the weight of it. She's been buzzing with excitement for this since Tyson suggested it, more than a little mad at herself she's never gone before now. "I rarely do it though. Maybe if you catch me on a good day."

She likes his answer about the mermaids, but before she can tell him an employee lets them into the room, where Fiona laughs at the sight of all the breakable shit set up for them, from empty wine bottles to an old, disused desktop monitor to a large mirror against one of the walls.

Going to the table in the middle, she takes in a breath, lets out a scream, and swings at a few of the bottles with her bat. It sends them flying off the table, one of them already in shards, and onto the floor in a spray of glass. Breathing hard, she whips around to look at Tyson with a huge grin.

"You're a genius for this," she says.

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"Yeah..." Tyson had more to say, he always had more to say when it was Everett at fault, the pair of them locked in an endless war of words to and about each other. He managed to catch himself before he devolved in a full blown rant about why she should get used to it because she would always be a secondary priority to his brother, but he refrained.

"I know."

For Deanie, he could bite his tongue.

( Momentarily. )

"But him not being here doesn't mean that your whole weekend has to suck ass." As far as Tyson was concerned, he was the funner brother anyway, so if anything he considered it a stroke of luck.

"Let's make this night fun and forget about who's here and who's not here. What's going to turn it around for you? Whatever it is, we can do it. Those funky looking Jell-O shots Mack made? The edibles floating around that no one seems to know the origin of?" He watched her the whole time he spoke, looking for a spark of something akin to enthusiasm from her.

"If that's the case, I don't want to know why you have a leather double-gun over-the-shoulder holster," Deanie softly laughs as she looks at him in the reflection of the mirror before turning her gaze back to herself.

Well, her eyes hadn't gotten the chance to get puffy -- that was good. Blowing a raspberry of exasperation at herself, she reaches up to smooth her hair and make sure the booby pins of her coif were secure before she turns around to face him, leaning against the sink.

She felt bad for every single girl at that party -- he made an absolutely devastating Rick. She wasn't going to say more about the way he was dressed. That was the thing about Tyson doing something nice -- you couldn't acknowledge it too much, or else he got annoyed and it would be a blue moon before he did something considerate again.

But it had meant the world to her.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she finally conceedes with a bob of her head, "It's just that -- You know, I thought he'd be here. I really had my hopes up. I'd made plans and now the whole weekend is scrapped."

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"It's the bumper cars, but specifically when you time it right that you're in one at the same time as someone you really don't fuck with. Then you can make their life hell for the duration of it and they can't say shit to you."

Like most of his life endeavours, Tyson equated a good time with exacting some sort of low-grade vengeance.

"Fucking ferris wheel for the best view... They should put you in a brochure for this place. I'd almost buy that it's a fun destination."

Phoebe's brows furrowed as she gauged his reaction. Maybe her answer was a bit basic, but there was nothing wrong with enjoying the simplicity of the ferris wheel. "Well I am indeed, not from here so what do you expect from me?" she giggled. "Please enlighten me. What is the correct answer?"

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"I absolutely am," Tyson confirmed, his words slightly impacted in their delivery by the fact his tongue was pressed to the wooden spoon that came with the ice cream, holding it between his teeth then so he could point it towards the stage.

He removed it to dig out another scoop and so he could speak without issue, encouraging Gemini's half-baked ideas as he always did.

( What else were siblings for? )

"You start making a break for the stage and I'll take care of the rest." He trailed away from her and the conversation then, the scoop of ice-cream on his spoon no longer for consuming as he launched it towards the guard who was blocking the path to the stage's eye like he was holding a mini catapult.

"A sure thing. I know you're cocky but you've never been delusional." She said with a grin only for it to shift into to accommodate a dramatic gasp when his hand curled around her ice cream tub and took it from her hands.

Rubbing her hands together, she looked at the stage and back at him. "Are you going to distract one of the security guards for me to sneak backstage? I saw a hot drummer and I swear he either winked at me or was trying to squint at the sun but there's only one way to find out."

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"I would never do anything sinister with that."

A lie, but most things out of Tyson Chapman's mouth were. He had already made a mental note to try and get Felix drunk and on the very ride that made them nauseous.

"You're in the best company." The downside was the celebrations around them. "How did you get roped into coming to this? Or were you overcome with town pride?"

" exactly. do with that information what you must, " he answered with an amused smirk. their brows raised. " at least i am in good company then, " he noted.

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Tyson watches Aylin intently, taking a gulp from his vodka as he becomes the solo audience to her big reveal. His eyes narrow when he sees the name scribbled on the name tag, it all falling into place with that final gesture.

"If you wanted me to stare at your tits, there's easier ways to go about it than this. You really only have to ask." He couldn't deny that it was funny, and even if his eyes rolled at her calling him a clown, there was a hint of amusement on his surly face.

"Touché though, that was a wildcard choice."

There he had thought the Mountainside Sasquatch was going to be the most off the wall costume he had seen that night.

"Do you want a drink, Tyson?"

"oh! i'm so glad you asked! let me just..." aylin giggles, her shoulders shaking with laughter as she reaches into her pocket for the sticker she'd been waiting to put on the entire night. she peels it off and slaps it to her chest, the 'hello my name is:' writing bright and bold, tyson's name written in her handwriting beneath it.

"i'm you! i wanted to come as a clown so, i picked the best one i know," she says proudly.

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"What are you, 6'2? 6'3?" Tyson took a step back, mapping the space between the top of his head with the top of Minho's with the movement of his hand, following a straight line that dropped off just before actually touching him.

"We're the same height bro." He determines, dismissing the worry as nonsensical. "And I've survived every one I've been on. I don't think you'd end up Hereditary'd."

"You know how kids are too short to ride rides? I think I'm too tall to ride rides. Not that anybody would stop me, but I'm terrified." It had nothing to do with his height, but that seemed like a good excuse. "Especially of the ones they set up overnight. Nah."

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"I always liked that one too. I think it's the most likely one to go full Final Destination."

Tyson could think of nothing funnier than one of those swings detaching mid-spin and sending someone flying through the air like a ragdoll. There was at least six people in town he would like to see be the casualty of such an event, and that was only off the top of his head.

If he really thought about it, the number tripled.

"You don't like spontaneous shit? I think I'm always looking for a thrill, one way or another."

“Hmm...never really thought about that,” Orlena said. After all, the last time she went to Adventure Alley was when she was in high school. “I think I loved that merry-go-round swing. It goes high and fast enough that you get that tingling in the pit of your stomach, yet it doesn’t give you as many turns and ups and downs like a the roller coaster,” she laughed. “I’m a sucker for predictable things,” she shrugged.

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Tyson keeps his mouth shut, his eyes trained squarely on Fiona as she fleshes out the scenario that she wants him to consider, though the extra details don't do much for him.

"Have you ever done coke?" He asked bluntly, certain that if this was where her mind outside of a rage room where they were next up, then the secrets of the universe might be unlocked if he got her in a confined bathroom and they both started railing lines. "I think you'd be so interesting on coke."

He holds out the baseball bat he passed on to her, keeping the sledgehammer that was resting against the wall for himself and adjusts his protective glasses once his hands are free.

"I'm not bringing anyone. I'd gladly peace out on every motherfucker in my life and go fuck some mermaids."

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“Okay, picture this," says Fiona, hands up, palms out like she's presenting something, "you literally discover Atlantis, swanky-ass luxury city underwater where everything's pretty much perfect, and you get to live there for free but the catch is you can never go back to the surface. You can bring..." she purses her lips, thinking, "one person. No, two people. And you can say goodbye to everyone else and everything but no contact ever again after that, are you doing it?"

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Rumor has it you listen to Adele while you shower

"Can't say she's in my rotation, no. I don't like lathering my balls to someone's emotional crooning, especially when every song sounds the same."

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Rumor has it you are a certified dumb of ass.

"I want to be mad at this. I really do. But it is a badge of honor."

"Who said this - Fiona? Because then I know it's an affectionate insult. Can't be Tyson because I get up to dumb shit with him. Ergo, another certified dumb of ass."

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Rumour has it you're going to choose Tyson instead

"For what? Like a basketball game? Because if so, first draft pick." @tysonchapmans

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Rumor has it you have a crush on Tyson

"um, well, maybe when i first met him. kind of like when you see a painting from a distance and you sort of feel nice? but then you get close and tyson opens his mouth and ruins it a bit," she grins. "plus, i could never be his type. he likes old ladies that make him work for his tips and i hand them over without trouble, yes? it'd be really boring for him if he didn't have to part two pieces of flatbread to make a living." she presses her hand to her mouth. "oh but, really, i think he's fun. and not as grumbly as he likes people to think."

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rumor has it that you pee in the pool

"Why would I swim around in my own piss?"

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Rumour has it you're flaky af

"Only after I've gotten what I wanted. Up until then, I'm a dream."

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rumor has it you do bad things to make yourself feel better

"Almost right. I do bad things because it's funny and I don't care about the consequences."

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rumour has it that you're a goblin

"That didn't stop your mom from gobblin' this dick last night."