They were on their way, though, either way. The fair grounds weren't too far--nothing was that far from this motel, it seemed.
I want to win one of those little stuffed bears.
That made him laugh. Jo had all the high scores possible on the arcade game at the Roadhouse. It was a shooting game. "Just... go easy on the guy," Dean said. "It's probably run by some kid who doesn't expect anyone to win. You're gonna break his brain."
He made a turn, following the signs to where the fair was. The town had put up arrows and posters that led to the grounds, all over.
"You should win me a bear," he said. "That's the romantic thing to do, right?"