Friday at the Boardwalk - Wes (open tag!)

[wes]

"I'll take a look at the Kings timetable. I know the Canucks are there this weekend but... with luck they'll be back for another game soon enough. If not we can always watch the local team in action, eh?" He listened closely as she explained her feelings about tragic tales. "Its not so weird to want things to turn out happily ever after," he said with a wry smile. "More people should be like you." The world might be a happier - and more optimistic - place if so!

"Ok so a toffee apple each it is... and then if we feel up to it we can share some funnel cake!" His teeth weren't going to thank him for this but what the hell... Live dangerously for once!

"And I grew up on toffee apples," he added on a laugh. "Those and whatever Taco Bell had to offer. Oh and Molsons. No self-proclaimed Canadian doesn't have Molsons running through his veins!"

Wes bought the two sweet treats and they nibbled them as they wandered along through the carnival. He saw a couple of kids he sort of recognised from school but god alone knew what their names were. Luckily they simply waved and walked on, lifting the threat of any awkward conversation.

"How long have you lived around here?" he asked as he chewed a chunk of toffee-dipped apple.

[Silver Roberts]

"What are Molsons?" Silver asked. She actually didn't know something. Imagine that. This guy actually stumped her. Go figure. Well she liked learning about new things. "Just call me or text me, when ever you find a game you can spare some time to take me too. I guess I should give you my number and I should get your number so we can keep in touch." She commented. Silver felt a bit of confidence run through her veins.

She had technically asked for his number even if she would need it to get the information about the hockey game anyone. She was still a bit confident for now. "I moved here when I was eight. I use to live in Alaska." She told him. She waited for his reaction. Most people were shocked to find someone lived in Alaska. it was rather funny. But she missed Alaska sometimes.

Californa was very different. A whole different world. "When i first moved here my older brother use to drive around with me and myother two brothers. He said we needed to learn our way around in case my mom was too busy and we had to get around my self. Of course I use to joke with him I was only eight how could I get around, but I pretty much learned about this town that way. It hasn't changed much in eight years. Just different people." She commented on the fact that people moved in and out of LA each month.

[wes]

"Not are... Molsons is an is..." Wesley re-thought that statement and knew
it had to sound as confusing to Silver as it did to him... and he knew what
he meant! "The Molson Coors Brewing Compnay," he clarified. "Canada's second
oldest beer brewery. Where most kids are brought up on milk Canadians are
reared on Molsons!" he said on a laugh as he dug out his phone.

It took them only a few moments to exchange numbers while Silver told him
how long she'd lived in town. "Alaska, eh? Wow. I've only been that far
north just the once. Anchorage. The temperature here must be a hell of a lot
milder!" Even in summer Alaska wasn't known for its heat waves!

They wandered deeper into the carnival with Wes calling a halt when they
reached a shooting gallery. The main prize was a pretty large chocolate
brown bear. He paid the required fee and took aim...

* * *

"Nope... I want you to have it," he repeated and he thrust the bear into
Silver's arms. His intention had been to give it to her all along...
assuming he won, of course! His last shot had been seriously lucky and had
snagged the prize. "As thanks for saving me from a tedious Friday night!

(tag for a wrap maybe?)