#carnival

(He pulls his, and takes it down) "Yeah? How could he not see what he gave up?" (He TRIES to talk like he imagines soap stars do. Then he flicks eyes around the playground, eyes settling on an alleyway) "Tell you what. You want the rest of my beer?"

(He trades it for the phone, if she lets him)

(And 'fumbles' around, trying to get the number, checking her info if he can, quickly. He's very familiar with this piece of technology)

She takes the cup and gives him the phone with a giggle. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" Asked as she sets to finishing off his drink too.

"Absolutely." (Truth, now, with a rakish grin)

Still moving with the music, Zara catches the troll's hand and weaves towards the alcove.

"To late, I'm already drunk. But I now how to hold my beer...unlike some fol....." Said as she starts to slide of the wing. "Oops..." And her info is easily found. Even name and address.

(He stops to catch her, and then takes the info, tapping his phone against it. And then sliding it back into her shirt pocket)

(And -- if she is small enough -- he picks her up)

Hand in hers, Earl moves, as close against her as he can be, intoxicated by the music, by the drink, but most especially his desire for her.

(And his eyes flick over the playground. There. An alley, and dumpster. And not without effort, she is carried there)

And she passes out in his arms, as such she is easily carried off. And considering what the rest of the party is up too, it does not even seem all that strange.

(He pulls off his vest and shirt, and lays the shirt down to give her a place to lay that isn't TOO unclean. She'll appreciate it in the morning. He lays her on her side, in case she pukes. And then he reclaims his vest, gives her a careless last look, and turns to walk away, back to the party)

(She's left out of sight, in the alley, behind a dumpster where she is unlikely to be disturbed)

As the night turns slowly to morning. Mortal revelers are all but cleared out. Hour by hour the party gets smaller and smaller, leaving only the fae and the current -King of the Court.-

(He goes looking for his companions)

Thirteen he finds in a shadow, she steps out to greet him. "The other two, they are...busy."

"Where? They using protection?" (Blunt) "They better damn well be."

"I was only gone fifteen fucking minutes."

Earl wakes in the alcove in the morning, a big smile on his face as he sees Zara sleeps upon his shoulder

((There will be more before morning))

OOC: Oops 🙂

There is kissing - apparently, the cold doesn't bother the troll.

(And he searches. Knowing that Zara will have to see what is next)

Not at all...

A few hours before dawn a group of fae come around, all of them dressed as death. They pass out small daggers, ones that gleam with almost a silver like shine. The mortal king lay passed out on the stage, covered in beer, naked, having had the party of his life!

((Does he find them? That is what I am trying to figure out first.))

(I think they are findable))

(The spiders can lead him. Though Thirteen would warn him to call out first. Whisper out first?)

OOC:Yeah, findable

(He will do that. A rasp through the door) "Psssst."

((Curtain? Door?))

Zara disentangles - blinking, coming back down to earth. "Yes?"

Parts, reluctantly when if/they hear the rasp, "Gotta be ICE" Despite any frustration, he smiles at her.