Outside of the tent, several booths were set up. Traditional ring tossing, coin flipping, and small shooting galleries lined the path. One booth, in particular, had a fairly long line.
"Step right up! Twenty credits gets you three balls. Dunk the fair maiden!" Bali's humor-filled voice shouted loudly over the din of spectators.
"The fuck are those two doing now?" Pon shook his head in dismay as they pushed their way through the line. He stopped suddenly without warning, causing Wind to bump into him and spill some of his beer.
"Woah." Wind stared at the booth in question. "Who the hell made that?"
Nix raised his hand as the guilty party. "I did. Dunk tanks are fairly easy to build."
Ronnie sat comfortably on the wooden plank that kept her of the water. She wore one of the two-piece swimsuits that Nix had made, her dark legs swinging slowly as she cat-called the participants. "Don't you guys know how hot it is today? Someone get me wet already!"
