Wes found Lucas at a Nick'o'Time job. "Hey Lucas," he said, grabbing a brush and dipping it into the paint.
"Hey," Lucas replied, "thanks for the help."
"No problem," Wes said. "Did Katie find you yet?"
"Yeah," Lucas said, "I never saw Mr. Collins as a charity kind of guy."
"Well, he lets them use his land and building, and the Silver Guardians will provide security this year. I 'volunteer' to help out for him too." Wes replied as he painted. "Dad gives up a lot of money for the festival, so he calls it charity."
"But we're getting paid?" Lucas asked.
"Yeah," Wes said, "See, most of the booths are sponsored. The sponsors pay whoever runs their booth, so the organizers pay whoever they hire extra. I run the dunking booth for Collins Industry, but I don't get paid."
"Ouch," Lucas replied, "So, what kind of costumes are acceptable?"
"Nothing overly sexual or graphic, like from a slasher movie. Although Freddie Kruger, Jason or Michael Myers are pretty common. Nothing over the top and all. Clowns, Power Rangers and such are good." Wes replied.
"What are you going to be?" Lucas asked.
"It's a surprise," Wes replied.
"Oh, come on, you can tell me, I won't tell," Lucas coaxed, slinging white paint all over Wes.
"Hey!" Wes yelped, leaping away from Lucas. He tripped over one of the open paint cans. The can tipped over and created a pool of pale green paint. Wes overbalanced and landed in the spill. Lucas stared at him for a long moment before he started laughing.
