Sure, he'd get spastic about all the people and the smells, and no decent ride would let in a poodle, and he'd probably try prize jack-o-lanterns but...Sally looked around at the busy crowd, the giddy mass of people talking, laughing, and buzzing like neon. Nobody seemed to be on their own.
...yeah, she should've brought Zero.
Well, at the very least she could get something stuffed and badly stitched for the furry monster to tear apart. Dang dog got more joy out of gutting a teddy bear than some people did from a winning lotto ticket.
She was eyeballing a wall of fuzzy cats--lolz cats to be specific, because nothing was sacred--when one likely specimen got hooked down and passed to a winner. The dude looked about as happy about scoring the toy as he would syphilis. Zero, on the other hand, would love it.
Plus it'd make a hilarious Instagram pic.
"Hey," Sally said. Then, a little louder, hurrying to catch up."Hey." She rushed to catch up with the man. "If you don't mind, would you mind selling the ca--oh, shit."
Derek Hale. She'd chased after a freakin' Hale. All the blood seemed to gush out of Sally's head and into her stomach. Half of Sally tried to automatically backpedal. Unfortunately, the rest of her went into an equally involuntary freeze. Left ankle tangled with the right, sneakers slipping on the loose dirt, and--Houston, we're going down!