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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The
acrobat began to search for the door then, moving over to the exit and
awkwardly standing by it to make his point that he was ready for bed..
or freedom to hunt.

“Anyway- I better.. head off.. it’s late and I’m sure there are some
young people out there, looking for a nice time..” He didn’t appreciate
going on, fearing to expose another secret.

Carlos went to see him out. “Alright,” he said. “Try to stay out of trouble. I hope you have fun. Be safe – at least, as safe as you can be in Night Vale.”

He left with a nod and headed out of the labs, tucking his hands into his pockets and casting his gaze out towards the sunset before smirking. It would be a fine night for another hunt, all he had to do was hope that it would work this time.

Carlos went back to looking over the samples he had from Skip. He was sure Skip was going to have an easier time getting blood than he had for science. Night Valiens didn’t trust science – but they might value the fact that another being would need blood to live.

So Skip was probably going to be okay. If not, he knew where he could get blood. Carlos would gladly provide him some from the fridge.

Carlos worked well into the night, as he habitually did. Only after what was supposed to be midnight did he go upstairs to his apartment for the night.