Events always had to end, but when it came to Winter events they were usually more somber - this meant that there tended to be less confetti. As promised, Richard Price stuck around following the departure of most of the other Lost and helped the Queen of Winter with what packing and cleaning their needed to be done. This included making sure the cups - disposable or otherwise - were gathered and either sent off for cleaning or recycled appropriately. Tables would be flipped and folded so they could go back to storage, after being loaded onto the trolleys that had been brought out. Then there was the matter of the bonfire, it was doing a good job of burning itself out, but Rich had made sure to break it down enough they wouldn’t be here all night, though what would happen to them out here? Vampires?
What the Summer Ogre had done was make sure there was a smaller, much more manageable fire stoked with a couple of seats beside it. A place where those who stuck behind could remain comfortable. Comfort was also the one thing rich wished he had right now. He could feel joints creak, and fingers ache, with a hot pulse running up his back. While everything still felt light enough, the motions were what was eating him up. They were mostly done for now however.
”See, I love outdoor events as much as the next guy, but when you are cleaning up in the dark it does make me miss the exorbitant fees that come with renting something with its own clean up crew.”
He chuckled and groaned almost simultaneously as he place the last of the larger tables that had been set out onto the trolley and began to tighten the fastening belt that was holding them in place.
”But, where is the fun if you aren’t testing your own physical limits and missing your nine o’clock bedtime.”
He moved towards the smaller fire, where nearby two large plastic cups borrowed from the Funderland concessions had been borrowed and filled near to the top with the rest of the pineapple punch. The ogre sat down with a loud umph and leaned back with a sigh as his body shouted in protest while it rested, making him feel like a piece of bubble wrap. This was the point where Rich produced a small flash and begun to unscrew it.
”Now, I don’t have to worry about security hauling me off now do I? I even promise to share.”
Vodka to a Winter event, it was like prom all over again.