Ana & James & Open
He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Making a list, checking it twice." Except almost all the cirque employees were on the naughty list, anyone looking to frame society's less savory sorts had easy pickings here. A cartoon, indeed. James just shrugged.
Having had his fill of what the situation could offer him and uninterested in volunteering for temp cleanup crew, his interest was starting to wane.
"Then get one. Rubbernecking's not helping him." Jim stepped back, extracting himself from the growing crowd before doing so became more of an ordeal. "Take care of yourself, yeah?" He was calling it a night. A shitty one.