Re: Wil/Merri - 6pm; main street
Wil shrugged. Whatever floated his boat. He respected cheating at these games just as much as winning them with skill. Correction, he respected the cheating just a little more. If you could flirt a prize out of the person running the booth? That was best. However, it wasn't as impressive if you traded sexual favors for them - that was like doing your job.
Wil had done that once, but it had been a lovers' game in a committed relationship. He and this girl who he originally thought was a boy had an enduring romance for the entire week he'd been in town. "Know somethin' y'can gimme." Wil murmured to himself while he moved aside and leaned against a stall to let Merri do his thing.
Someday he'd stop being so anxious and then he wouldn't be a morning person either. Wil had worn his kilt in the hopes that he'd get it torn off him when he showed up, having not been able to spend the night. But nope, Merri was all bright eyed and bushy-tailed. Next time, he chided himself, he'd take it off himself before Merri opened the door.