Re: Registration Table: Jason + Angie
"You think some're better than the rest?" he asked, smiling at the thought. Maybe they'd rank them all against each other at the end of the night - plastic egg vs. plastic egg. It would sum up the pointlessness of the whole thing, aside from getting some exercise and drinking a little. "You from around here?" He hadn't met all that many native residents of Repose. He felt like the answer was no, but it was harder to tell than he would have expected, who'd been living in town since the dawn of time and who'd rolled in just last month.
She had her red wine, and he had his beer. If nothing else, it was going to make it easier to leave his troubles at the door, right? He downed the rest of the bottle in a couple short swallows, tossing it in the general direction of the garbage can. Direct hit - all that work tossing pointed objects must have upped his beer bottle game when he wasn't paying attention. "Let's get..."
He stopped. Shouting. He could hear shouting.
He turned and looked behind him, smile forgotten. There was a group of people coming over the top of the hill. They didn't look like egg hunters, either - they were carrying flashlights. And guns. And they were making a beeline for the two of them, not for the refreshment table.