Re: Registration table: Aubrey and Jude
“Either, both,” he supplied with an easy shrug, sliding a glance over the edge of cup as he took another sip of that saccharine seduction that sloshed within plastic confines. “How best we’re going to kick their asses. And I always win, sweetheart.”
And a wink as he led the way over to the table with baskets and other hunting accoutrements and paraphernalia, selecting an electric camping lantern and passing it over to Jude before picking up a snazzy whicker basket for himself in an alarming shade of pastel pink. “You’re on light duty. I haven’t done one of these exactly, no, but maybe something like it. I guess we’ll find out.”
But there was hope against hope that it wasn’t like the other parties, the past nights of mayhem and mutilation. Hope that this would be a relatively boring night of walking the streets and innocent ol’ egg collecting, and that made Aubrey no less of a sucker than the rest of them. Chalk it up to sad optimism, rather than denial. This was, after all, the first time in weeks he’d been out socializing with any vague sort of effort put into it beyond work-related interactions with dead things being found in the woods. (He was really falling into this hermit lumberjack stuff, huh?)
Armed appropriately for battle, Aubrey took a quick survey of the wandering pairs around them, most of whom seemed to be heading into the trees or fields surrounding and away from town proper. Alright, so they would do the opposite. “This way,” he decided, gesturing towards the street with their basket and looking to Jude for confirmation. “Cool?”