The sounds and smells of a fair can, to some, be exhilarating. The screams from the roller coaster, the music of the midway, the avenue of food vendors with delicious smells wafting through the air... are all contaminated when you spend the whole day stuck inside a hot ticket booth.

Kendra sighed to herself, checking her watch for the fifth time this hour. Her hair was disheveled due to the humidity, she felt gross and sweaty, and she still had twenty minutes before she could go home and prepare for her date... and, of course, the guy wants to come back to the fair where she's been all day. Lovely. ("Yes, we could go to the fair, but I have to work the ticket booth on Friday from 10 to 6-" "That's perfect! That means you can get us free unlimited-ride wristbands, right?")

*Thank you so much for giving him my phone number*, Kendra thought to herself. Her friends described him as "somewhat cute," which probably should have been a red flag that maybe he was somewhat shallow or somewhat stupid, but Kendra, if she were being honest, was somewhat desperate.

At least she would have time to go home, shower, and change clothes so she could feel somewhat pretty... unless, of course, he decided to show up at the fair and walk directly up to HER TICKET BOOTH with her STILL INSIDE instead of WAITING to pick her up AT SEVEN LIKE HE SAID HE WOULD WHAT THE "HELLo, Bryan! What are you doing here?"

"I decided to surprise you. Now you don't have to go home and wait for me. I'm here!"

"Yes... you're there. Great. Well, I have to wait until my replacement gets here before I can-" *Dammit!* "Hey, Lins." Kendra stepped out of the ticket booth into the early evening air and the overwhelming aroma of funnel cakes. *Who the hell even likes funnel cakes? Only assholes eat funnel cakes.*

"You look great!" (*Fuck off, Bryan, I look like shit.*) "Are you hungry? C'mon, I'll buy you a funnel cake. Oh, wait, wristbands?"

-----------------------

After two hours of unlimited rides, she finally mustered the courage to steer Bryan toward the games. She didn't lead him that way so he could show off his basketball skills and win her a giant panda. He tried. He failed.

She certainly didn't go that way so he could win an embarrassing SpongeBob balloon that she now had to carry around. (Bryan was even gracious enough to tie it around her wrist so she wouldn't lose it. *Great. Thanks. I'm ten-years-old all over again.*)

No, she wanted to go past all the games and all the sideshow attractions to get to the Booth at the end of the Midway, if only to find one redeeming quality on this date. "Oh, look, Bryan, a pie-in-the-face booth. Do you want to try it? You pay a dollar, I stick my face in the hole, you throw a pie at me. You hit me with it, maybe you'll win a prize."

"I already got you a balloon."

"Please?"

"A pie booth? That's stupid."

*motherf-* That was it. She nodded and continued walking next to him, and then excused herself to the bathroom where she quickly whipped out her phone and sent a text. *Now I just have to stall.*

-----------------------

Twenty minutes later, as Bryan was getting to the point of whatever the hell story he was telling, someone tapped on his shoulder. "Excuse me, sir, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your car is being towed."

"What?!" He quickly yelled some obligatory curse while racing off toward the front gate without so much as asking 1) who this guy was or 2) how he knew what Bryan's car looked like.

"Ugh... thank you, James!" Kendra hugged her brother-in-law and relayed the horrors of her evening over some mini donuts and ice cream. He was such a good husband to her sister. He was such a good friend.

"So where's this pie booth?"

and he could read her like a book. She told him where it was and he took ahold of her hand, leading her directly to the booth. He handed the attendant a $5 bill while Kendra went around the back and poked her face through the hole. James picked up the first pie and fired.

"You're supposed to throw it at my face. Did you know?" Kendra laughed, anxious and excited all at the same time, waiting for that first pie to land on target. James threw the second pie, and it hit just to the left, a little cream splattering in her hair and on her cheek. "C'mon, James, you only have three left."

SPLAT!

Finally, with the third pie, a dead-on pie-in-the-face. Kendra was engulfed in cream. Before she had a chance to react, she felt another direct hit.

SPLAT!

Kendra couldn't help laughing. The attendant wiped her face with a towel, cleaning her off enough that she could open her eyes and see James holding his last pie. She closed her eyes as he threw... but felt nothing. The last pie had missed terribly. "You suck, James."

She cleaned herself off and the two of them walked back to Kendra's car. "See you back at our place?" he asked. Kendra smiled.

-----------------------

The two sisters leaned against the counter, talking about the evening. Amber laughed as Kendra told her of James's pie-throwing abilities. "Yep, if you're going to get a pie from James, it's best if he's standing right beside you."

"...Or behind you?" James had snuck up on Amber and smashed a pie into her face. Amber's mouth hung open in shock. Kendra and James had stopped at the store on the way home to pick up some... provisions. He lovingly wrapped his arms around his wife's waist and hugged her from behind.

"Wait!" Kendra ran to pick up a pie. "Hold her right there!" James held Amber tightly and, despite her stuggling, she couldn't break free. Kendra returned with pie in hand. "Ready, Amber? It's banana cream. Your favorite."

"Wait... that's James's favorite."

Kendra grinned. "My mistake." Before James could react, she thrust the pie squarely into his face and twisted the pie tin, covering him in yellow cream.

Amber kissed her husband and laughed at his misfortune, and then she noticed the chocolate cream pie in Kendra's other hand. Before she could protest, Kendra smashed the pie into her sister's face, enveloping her features in chocolate. "You two make such a cute couple."

Amber and James each picked up a pie and chased Kendra up the stairs, cornering her in the bathroom. She pleaded for mercy and found none. Both pies, one right after the other, were propelled into Kendra's face, covering her in cream. She nodded her head, accepting her fate, and wiped the cream from her eyes. "I need a man who enjoys this as much as I do."

Amber nodded. "Yes, you do, because the best part about getting messy is taking off the dirty clothes and having incredible sex afterwards." She kissed James and gave his dick a little squeeze through his pants.

Kendra groaned. "Thanks for the reminder that, once again, I'll be taking care of that myself later."

Amber kissed her husband again and whispered something in his ear. Then she went back downstairs, returning a few seconds later with another pie. "How about this, little sister? Just this once... just tonight... why don't you stay in our room... with us?" She smiled, and then lovingly pushed the pie into Kendra's face.