“…Alright.” Carmensita responded reluctantly. She wondered if this was a good idea. The only thing she could feel at that moment was nervousness, since she’d never done something like this before. She wondered how her dad would react–– would he be angry? Disappointed? Surprised? She didn’t want to think about it.Carmensita instead tried to convinced herself that it would be FUN, but it wasn’t really putting her at ease. “But I’m only lighting one of those things ( if any ), and THAT’S IT.” Carmensita tried to speak quiet enough so that nobody could hear what they were talking about, but loud enough that Ernest could hear her over the chatter that was happening around the backyard.
THERE WAS NO TURNING BACK NOW.
Of course Ernest would never take into consideration what any of the adults would think of this, further than the fact that it would make QUITE A SCENE and he’d get the ATTENTION he deserved, even if it were CARMENSITA doing it, everyone knew that an idea like that would be backed by HERSELF. Most chaos was induced by Lucien, or Ernest, himself. He shoves a hand in his pocket, yanking out a bottle rocket he MUST have gotten from a reservation around the Fourth. Without, hesitation he shoves it in her hand before proceeding to fish for his lighter. ❝Alright, fine. Only one, then. Let’s find Joseph.❞
