![]() Scene from Jarillo Sunset at the Renaissance Festival: Vincent and Char were walking along the rough terrain that was uneven and muddy, with tree roots sticking up above the ground. Another wench came up to Vincent. She had on an Elizabethan-style dress that was very low-cut in the front, showing her cleavage. She had glued two large styrofoam cups onto her breasts. Char grinned at Vincent as he looked at the wrench and murmured, “Hmm…” “Ale, my lord?” she asked. He shook his head no and looked over at Char with his eyebrows raised, a grin on his face. Soon they came upon a centaur and a hunchbacked individual walking around, begging for alms. They walked by the Drench A Wench and Soak A Bloke booths, and Jonathan challenged Vincent. “You used to have a good throwing arm, think you can ‘Soak a Bloke?’” he asked mischievously. Vincent laid out some money for four balls. If he hit the target, it would drop the bloke into the dunk tank. Vincent threw the first ball and missed. The bloke laughed and said, “Ye miss, ye miss, ye thro’ like a wench.” He threw the second ball, and it hit the target on an angle but didn’t sink the bloke. The bloke taunted Vincent, “Ye’re wench can throw better than ye.” Vincent snorted and threw the third ball, again just missing the target. The bloke said, “Let me have me wench show ye how it be done” and sent his wench out to show him a mock display of how to throw the ball. Vincent’s grin turned wolfish, and he said, “Won’t miss this time.” He dunked the bloke. Everyone around them started clapping, glad to see someone win at the game. Buy Links: Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Jarillo-Sunset-Constance-Bretes-ebook/dp/B00UOAN13Y/ Barnes & Nobel: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/jarillo-sunset-constance-bretes Join my mailing list below, and you'll receive once a month, my newsletter telling you about myself, giving you sneak previews of my work in progress, and giveaways by me and by other authors.
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