“Of course I do. Clownsmanship.”

“Of course I do. Clownsmanship,” Alexis spoke retorted, rolling her eyes. “Everyone since I was 9, I’ve dreamed of becoming a clown - a clown killer, really, Pennywise influenced me - and sporting an eggplant, storm grey, and lime green wig.”

The stranger smirked, white teeth shining against his dark skin. “You’ve got spunk.” At Alexis’ disgusted expression, he facepalmed. “Not like that. Most of the girls here are total bimbos. No offense.”

“None taken. Alexis.” She said, offering her hand.

“Robert.”