Axel: Eli & Open
It had been hard to miss the blanket of advertising that had fallen across the town and Eli's curiosity had gotten the better of him after the fourth (or was it fifth) time he had been handed a flier. Back when roller-rinks had been all the rage, Eli had been under the command of his master, so he'd never been given free reign to see what the fuss was about.
Stepping through the door of the new business now felt a little like going back in time. He was reminded of when flashing lights and neon had been all the rage. Bright colours and crazy patterns had dominated fashion much to his brother's delight. This place invoked that feeling.
He leaned against the edge of the rink with a small smile, watching the skaters going around in circles, their delight almost infectious. He bit his lip and glanced at the skate rental counter. He'd never tried it, and though he wanted to, in front of all the people gliding across the floor, Eli knew he'd end up stumbling like a newborn foal. He'd probably end up drawing the attention of everyone in the room.