My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

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couldn’t help the laugh that rattled up through his throat, his hand
clasped over his mouth as he chuckled into his fingers and closed his
eyes. Facebook? Oh god, this guy was literally a dad

“I-I Don’t.. use Facebook?” He tried to say without too much laughter, his face still red at the idea Carlos studied him.

Carlos blinked. “Oh, you don’t?” he asked. That was weird, he thought. But he wasn’t judging. “Well, maybe a twitter or something?” Why was he laughing? Usually Carlos knew all the jokes, but right now he was so confused.

“Yeah, Twitter’s fine.” With that in mind, Skip gladly handed over his url from the slightly younger website. Realizing Carlos had asked for Facebook, and realizing his slowly developing crush for the scientist he wanted to ask how old he was but that was rude. Right? He shook it off, not now.

“Listen- I gotta go, usually the acrobats all go out for a slice after the show. But.. Maybe you’d like to come?” It never hurt to ask.

Carlos quickly input the url into his phone and he hit the ‘follow’ button. He looked at Skip. “Well, I haven’t had my weekly mandated Big Rico’s pizza just yet… so sure. I’d like to.” He smiled at the other man. “I had been planning on getting something to eat anyway.”

“Great!” He cheered, stepping away a bit and somehow blushing even more after his offer to get dinner. What was he doing? “L-let me to change really quick, just stay put.” He said quickly before rushing off behind the main tent, the flaps waving in the wind as he closed it.

Inside the tent, Skip began undressing as he went through a panic attack from his simple encounter. He was soon rendered helpless in the dressing room, not coming out for more than around five minutes.

Carlos, for his part, just stayed outside. He wasn’t sure what made him agree to going out to dinner with Skip and his troupe, but he had no reason not to go. He stayed where he was and waited for Skip to come and get him. He didn’t mind the time it took – maybe Skip was taking off his make-up or something. At the moment, Carlos just wasn’t invested enough in the other man to think that anything might be wrong.