"It's fine," he rasped, chugging the water. It didn't seem to help all too much but he found it surprisingly enjoyable. He could have sworn that the vendor gave him a sly look, however. After finally getting ahold of himself once more the former vagrant dipped his head earnestly. "I can do that, though I don't think you'll find it all too thrilling. Unless you like that sort of stuff, I got a few old novels on there though." With thousands of years of history, and no credits, he rarely ever read anything modern, let alone watched.
Her other suggestion took him by pleasant surprise, following her glance to figure out just where the idea had come from. "Ah," he started, rubbing his chin for a thoughtful moment despite having come to an answer almost immediately. "Friend of mine, Garo, used to go in our youth. There was a crummy one not too far from where we slept. An old speeder crash had left a crack in one of the walls so we used to sneak in all the time and pluck wristbands off of the departing. Smell of vomit and every other day a ride was shut down for maintenance." He paused his eating to rub at his left wrist, tugging at the sleeve of his jacket like one of those thin entry bands. "Would save up for weeks just for a single day." Sandy visibly reminisced before tossing his utensils into the mostly empty bowl with a clatter and stuffed his ancient datapad back into the coat.
Standing up he straightened himself out. "I do, and as I said we're figuring out what you like. Whatever you want you can do, Zira, don't even need to ask." He tapped his temple as he began to walk, not giving her an opportunity to back out of the idea. The thought of the rides did cause his gut to grumble, perhaps he should take it easy... High speeds, rotation, spicy food, and Milo's constitution weren't likely to be best friends. "It is just nice when you do."
Milo could be grumpy, and he wouldn't be caught dead on a Merry-go-round, but a good time was not something he ever passed up. There were more kinds of fun than just narcotics. A bit of adrenaline and knee-weakening, head-spinning, gut-wrenching rides were just as good in their own way. "And the confections... Funnel cake..." He said aloud, imagining the greasy treats which only made his stomach complain all the more. "Quiet you," he muttered to his gut.
Unlike the one Milo had mentioned, this fairground, likely more of a permanent fixture given its proximity to the surface starport, was clean and orderly. Fried foods, melted sugar, and fragrant butter overwhelmed the senses, combined with the cacophony of voices screaming in laughter, challenge at some game, or just joyful conversation. A fair was one of few places where it was difficult finding a frown, unless you looked at the employees of course. Bright lights ensured that everything was illuminated the bright colors, with a hint more red than any other, of stands and hanging flags.
Admission was a bit steep, given the locale, but despite complaining about spending all his money on the motel and clothes just early, somehow fished out enough to cover himself. Where had he gotten that? In return the two of them received rather fragile wristbands to ensure that they weren't troubled by any staff.
Once inside Milo spread his arms out before them. "Where to, I can offer suggestions but this is your adventure." To the left, and circling much of the grounds, were the rides. The simply named tea cups which spun and whirled, hydraulic and mechanical arms with an array of seats which raised and lowered while rotating its occupants upside down and all around at high speeds, bumper speeders, and plenty more for any age range and thrill-seeking threshold. Down the middle were the many game stands with all sorts of prizes and scams, from classic ring tossing, target shooting, and ball throwing, to the strange and esoteric attractions picked up from the galaxy's many cultures. To the left were the shops which had not been crammed amidst the games, with all manner of gaudy and useless souvenirs, and of course the overcrowded food court.
"Feel like working those noodles off?" Milo tilted his head towards the rides.
Her other suggestion took him by pleasant surprise, following her glance to figure out just where the idea had come from. "Ah," he started, rubbing his chin for a thoughtful moment despite having come to an answer almost immediately. "Friend of mine, Garo, used to go in our youth. There was a crummy one not too far from where we slept. An old speeder crash had left a crack in one of the walls so we used to sneak in all the time and pluck wristbands off of the departing. Smell of vomit and every other day a ride was shut down for maintenance." He paused his eating to rub at his left wrist, tugging at the sleeve of his jacket like one of those thin entry bands. "Would save up for weeks just for a single day." Sandy visibly reminisced before tossing his utensils into the mostly empty bowl with a clatter and stuffed his ancient datapad back into the coat.
Standing up he straightened himself out. "I do, and as I said we're figuring out what you like. Whatever you want you can do, Zira, don't even need to ask." He tapped his temple as he began to walk, not giving her an opportunity to back out of the idea. The thought of the rides did cause his gut to grumble, perhaps he should take it easy... High speeds, rotation, spicy food, and Milo's constitution weren't likely to be best friends. "It is just nice when you do."
Milo could be grumpy, and he wouldn't be caught dead on a Merry-go-round, but a good time was not something he ever passed up. There were more kinds of fun than just narcotics. A bit of adrenaline and knee-weakening, head-spinning, gut-wrenching rides were just as good in their own way. "And the confections... Funnel cake..." He said aloud, imagining the greasy treats which only made his stomach complain all the more. "Quiet you," he muttered to his gut.
Unlike the one Milo had mentioned, this fairground, likely more of a permanent fixture given its proximity to the surface starport, was clean and orderly. Fried foods, melted sugar, and fragrant butter overwhelmed the senses, combined with the cacophony of voices screaming in laughter, challenge at some game, or just joyful conversation. A fair was one of few places where it was difficult finding a frown, unless you looked at the employees of course. Bright lights ensured that everything was illuminated the bright colors, with a hint more red than any other, of stands and hanging flags.
Admission was a bit steep, given the locale, but despite complaining about spending all his money on the motel and clothes just early, somehow fished out enough to cover himself. Where had he gotten that? In return the two of them received rather fragile wristbands to ensure that they weren't troubled by any staff.
Once inside Milo spread his arms out before them. "Where to, I can offer suggestions but this is your adventure." To the left, and circling much of the grounds, were the rides. The simply named tea cups which spun and whirled, hydraulic and mechanical arms with an array of seats which raised and lowered while rotating its occupants upside down and all around at high speeds, bumper speeders, and plenty more for any age range and thrill-seeking threshold. Down the middle were the many game stands with all sorts of prizes and scams, from classic ring tossing, target shooting, and ball throwing, to the strange and esoteric attractions picked up from the galaxy's many cultures. To the left were the shops which had not been crammed amidst the games, with all manner of gaudy and useless souvenirs, and of course the overcrowded food court.
"Feel like working those noodles off?" Milo tilted his head towards the rides.
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