Fandom Island and Town

The fact that there weren't classes this week suited Sparkle just fine. It meant that he wouldn't have to be a little sneak skipping classes in order to stake a claim on the beach, where he was building a little bonfire right there on the sand because ha, like he could afford to rent a grill or something. Not on top of the bunch of burgers and hot dogs and the sneaky fake-ID beer that he'd purchased with his pay for working Saturday and Friday at Dite's, anyhow. Or the shitload of sparklers and glowsticks that he'd picked up from T&C, because no, he wasn't going to be affording real fireworks, either.

He did have a case of Canadian junk food, though. Lewis had been thoughtful enough to ask Sparkle if he should send a care package of some sort, and Sparkle had informed him that he was about to kill someone for a Caramilk bar. Maybe it was because Lewis actually cared, or maybe he just didn't want to see Sparkle get his ass deported for the sake of some chocolate, but he'd sent along more than just Caramilk. There were Coffee Crisps and proper Smarties and potato chips with real flavours, like dill pickle and ketchup. And Coke! Coke made with sugar! If anyone asked nicely and then proved themselves worthy, Sparkle might even be willing to share. Maybe.

And, topping it all off were the little speakers hooked up to the little mp3 player that Sparks had brought along, blaring a mix of Canadian music as loud as they possibly could. Which... wasn't too loud, but if you were to hang around close enough, you'd probably be able to hear. And appreciate that Sparkle was skipping over all of the Bieber. You're welcome.

Even if nobody happened to wander by and decide to stick around, Sparkle was in a pretty fine mood today. It wasn't a concert and fireworks in North York or anything, no. But his low-budget rainy-day Fandom Island Canada Day would do.

[Open beach is open!]