Axel: Rae & Fen
Rae heard of the opening as anyone in town had. A flyer, slid beneath the door of Gem and it was a slice, a flavor of the life in the little town that piqued curiosity's appetite. Why not? Why not indeed, and she'd no plans save the workshop. She locked up before dusk fell, the little card in the window turned to offer apologies she'd had no intention of saying in person. She wore blush over denim and she had no car so she walked, unhurried through town and considered the extent to which the town kept itself contained neatly without spilling over to the Capital. She had business there, appointments with buyers but it could keep and Rae chose on whim, through the doors to the whirligig of lights and loud music rather than the belly of the bar beneath.
It was Americana in here, as truthfully as the carnival (although that had history that was as cut-throat as it was dusty when you looked to its fellows and their path). Here the music was loud and the skates over varnish were hard, and the lights played over the floor in chaos. The air smelled like buttered popcorn and whim again - Rae acquired a small carton herself and stood behind the rail that blocked floor from rink, and watched, butter on her tongue and bubblegum-wholesome past-time in front of her. She'd never done this as a youth. Dull, wholesome in its own way but this, laughter over the music and the thud of wheels, this hadn't been her history.