Quicklog, Carnival: Cat/Reece
[Coming from Hannah's room at the motel, Reece had to cross town and go out, around the lake, to get to the carnival. He Ubered (well, he used Lyft), because the vodka was definitely starting to hit him, but he was still mostly sober. Glasses back on, he got out of the car and into the rain at the edge of the carnival grounds.—The rain was a drizzle, but definitely enough to feel cold when it was under 50. He had a corduroy jacket, which probably wasn't enough, but it had fleece lining and whatever. It was hard to be cold when you were on your way to drunk.
He walked through the tents, candy-striped and loud, past where they sold elephant ears and hot dogs, beyond the popcorn stand, until he got to where some of the rides were. It was lit up at night, bulbs of yellow and red and blue and green, and he looked around only a little nervously.—I won't even bother going into his current state of mind at the moment, because it was scattered and confused, and he was just trying to focus on the fact that he was sort of drunk and he was going to see Cat.
It occurred to Reece, right then, as he stepped on a peanut, that he was maybe about to be gay in public. Oh, well. He couldn't think about it too long. Not because he'd get scared and back out, but because his nervous mind wouldn't hold on to any one topic for too long. He stopped by the elephant ear/snack stand to get a cider—one for Cat too—then made his way to the spinning eye of the ferris wheel.]