Willa and Nate- 11
Drunker into the night but not yet beyond his capacity, Nate is throwing darts at balloons and doing a fair job of winning prizes. Prizes that he is steadily giving away to kids that walk past with empty hands. He’s been at it for at least twenty-minutes. His jar of constant moonshine is three fourths empty but the amount he’s swallowed doesn’t have near an effect on him yet. Instead of slurring he’s broguing, smiling, and having a good time talking shit with other dart throwers. It isn’t until an eight years old defeats him in a challenge that he concedes and steps away with the last of his prizes.
It’s a blow-up hammer.
When he sees Willa approaches he bangs her head with it with a light tap. Hopefully it will stop her in her tracks. “Gonnae somewhaur ur stoppin' an' havin' a bevvy wi' mae.?”