The festival wasn't bad for a school-sponsored gig. They had brought in all sorts of rides, and didn't care about potential noise complaints. They were on their own island, after all. Still, it wasn't on the level of thrill that Zeph usually searched for in his life. Ferris wheels? Boring club presentation tables? Seriously? Zeph wasn't having any of that; bumper cars is where it's at. There was nothing quite like relentlessly ramming in to folks in the evening.

Zeph had played a few times on his own earlier on in the night -- the vicious reputation of "the kid in the burned face and green t-shirt" had been established very early on among the frequent bumper car participants --, but decided to take an extended break to get some cotton candy and find Cai among the crowds. There was no way in hell that dumb vamp was going to miss out on this. By the time he found his favorite ginger, his lips and tongue were all tinted blue from the tasty cloud of sugar, though he somehow managed to persuade the teacher to come along for the ride. He knew damn well that there was no chance of him pulling an unwilling pureblood around. "Come on, ya jus' turn the handle where ya want to go an' aim for everyone else, it ain't even hard," he huffed loudly as he gave one last tug so that they were both in the (surprisingly) short line, "Didn't ya ever learn t' drive?"

The vehicles in the lit-up rink slowed to a stop and the gates opened to let in the next group of people. They'd just barely make it in this round.

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EMERY IDELSON, caius howell, GWENIE KARENINA, SILAS LANGDON