Priscilla pulled her top back up on her chest, her twentieth time fixing it.

Kat quickly swatted her hand away, "Can you stop that?"

"No," Priscilla rolled her eyes, "one wrong move and my tits will literally pop out."

"Isn't that the point?" Kat giggled.

As the time went on, the girls began riding a few rides and talking to some guys, none holding Priscilla's interest.

"You need to stop being so picky," Kat groaned, looking at her cotton candy.

"I'm not picky," Priscilla argued, her eyes scanning the crowd of people, "I just already know who I want."

"Is he here?" Kat questioned as Priscilla glanced down at her phone again.

She shook her head, "I don't know, he hasn't texted me yet."

"Well, if he shows up then he shows up. In the meantime, I want to have some fun." Priscilla turned around to her friend, a sad expression on the girl's face.

She sighed, her shoulders hunching, "Fine, we'll have some fun, alright?"

Priscilla glanced around again, squinting her eyes at everyone who passed until she laid eyes on a familiar face.

He was leaning against one of the carnival trailers, a joint hanging out of his mouth.

Priscilla tapped Kat on the arm, tilting her head towards him.

"God," Kat sighed, looking up at the blonde, "should we walk the other direction?"

Priscilla scoffed, "What? No. You wanna have some fun, right?"

She lightly took Kat's hand in hers, guiding her through the crowd of people towards him. When she walked up to him, he had almost a shocked expression on his face, putting out the joint on the ground.

"Hey," Priscilla quickly smiled, glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone was looking.

"Hey," Fez greeted, his voice weary and obviously confused. He looked behind her towards Kat, giving her a simple nod before turning his eyes back to Priscilla.

He glanced down at her outfit, lightly licking his lips. She looked incredibly good. He had never seen her dressed the way she was dressed before, her hair and her makeup was different, he liked it.

"I'm looking for Molly," Priscilla crossed her arms over her chest, perking her breast up in the top even more.

Fezco quickly snapped his gaze away when she mentioned the drug, instantly shaking his head, "Hell nah, you don't even do that shit."

"Now I do," Priscilla raised her eyebrow at him, "come on, just a little. We wanna have some fun."

"Then get that shit from someone else, like I told Rue."

Priscilla could feel herself getting impatient and annoyed with how he was denying her, especially in front of Kat. Priscilla took a deep breath, pinning a smile on her face as she took a step towards him.

She trailed her hand softly down Fezco's arm, to his hand and finally to the waistband of his pants.

She lingered her fingers between the fabric of his sweater and the skin of his hip, looking up at him deeply.

"Please?"

Fezco swallowed the lump in his throat, shifting under her seductive gaze. He thought for a moment before shaking his head again, "No, Priscilla."

The girl backed away, taking her hand back. She chuckled dryly, "So, you'll sell to fucking thirteen year olds but not me? Fuck you, Fez."

She grabbed ahold on Kat, dragging her away from him as they walked.

When they finally got to a less populated place, Priscilla stopped her movements. She started giggling uncontrollably as Kat gave her a weirded out look. Priscilla turned around, flashing the small baggie infront of Kat's eyes.

Kat snatched the baggie away from her, analyzing it,

"How the fuck did you do that?"

Priscilla shrugged, a grin forming across her face.