TBP CHATFIC || zxmbiebeatzz A03!

The Fair + projecting onto bruce! :3

Vance and Bruce enter the fair and spot the others playing a suspiciously blatantly rigged ring toss game.

“Finney it’s rigged”

“Shut up griffen i got it”

Vance narrowed his eyes at the smug look on Finney's face as he handed over his money to play the game. Bruce glanced at him, a knowing look passing between them. They both moved closer to watch as Finney confidently picked up the rings and aimed for the bottles. As expected, the rings were too small and the bottles too wide apart. But just as Finney's last ring left his hand, a sudden gust of wind blew through the fairgrounds, knocking one of the bottles off balance. The ring sailed through the air, encircling the wobbling bottle before coming to a perfect stop on its neck. The group gasped in surprise while Finney's face turned into a ‘i told you so’ grin. Vance smirked and whispered to Bruce, "It seems luck is on our side today." “Yeah right maybe for you guys”

Griffen's face twists in confusion as he watches Finney bragging claim his prize: a cute duck plushie. He can't help but exclaim, "What the hell, bro?"

Bruce chuckled, patting Griffen on the back. "Looks like you owe Finney an apology," he said with a grin. Vance nodded in agreement, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as Finney paraded around with his newfound plushie. But just as the group was about to move on to the next attraction, a food court caught their attention.

"Look, they have funnel cake!" Griffen exclaims, grabbing Billy's attention. They both head off to get some, while Finney and Robin go to get "other food." "Hey, bring me back a fried corndog, Finney!" Bruce calls out as they walk away. Smiling, Finney promises to do so before joining Robin. This leaves Bruce and Vance alone to chat.

As Bruce and Vance strolled through the fairgrounds, they took in the sights and sounds around them. The aroma of fried foods filled the air, and the sound of laughter and joyous screams from various rides echoed in the distance. Bruce glanced over at Vance with a contemplative expression before finally speaking up.

"I can't shake off this feeling, Vance. There's something off about this fair," Bruce said in a hushed tone.

Vance speaks up again, saying "I think you're overthinking it. Maybe it's because of everything with your dad. I mean, you did just sneak out.”

Bruce stares at vance before answering you right im porbaly overthinking let’s play some games” he says smiling at vance

Vance nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Alright, let's have some fun and forget about all the heavy stuff for now." They made their way to a nearby game booth, where a lively barker called out to passersby. Vance and Bruce joined the crowd gathered around a challenging dart-throwing game.

As they took turns aiming for the targets, Bruce's earlier unease seemed to fade away with each throw. Vance noticed the tension in his friend's shoulders relax as they both got caught up in the friendly competition. The barker cheered them on, adding to the excitement of the game.

After a few rounds of intense throwing and some good-natured ribbing between Vance and Bruce, they both stepped back to admire their handiwork. To their surprise, they had both hit the bullseye on their final throws. The barker whooped in delight, handing each of them a giant stuffed bear as their prize.

"Who would have thought that oversized, matching teddy bears were a trend?"

"You're not funny, Vance."

Vance chuckled at Bruce's mock annoyance before slinging an arm around his shoulder. "Come on, admit it, we make quite the pair with these bears," he teased. Bruce couldn't help but smile, a genuine warmth in his eyes as he looked at Vance.