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"Pete?" Esther yells into her phone. Ricky's got a hand hooked through the back of her leather harness so the teeming crowds in Washington Square Park can't separate them. "We're by the fountain! Where are you?" The hum of the Pride crowd drowns out whatever Pete says in response over the phone. "Just meet us by the fountain, okay?"
They find a spot to stand along the concrete edge of the fountain, and Ricky boosts her up to sit on the rim so hopefully Pete will find them quicker. It's a million degrees out this morning and if Esther wasn't wearing so much leather she'd be tempted to hop in to join the handful of people splashing around.
"It's so hot out," she grumbles, leaning against Ricky's shoulder and head. Ricky steps between her thighs for her to better drape herself over him. "Pete better find us soon, I want to fight some teenagers for a shady spot to watch the parade from."
"Did he say where he was coming from?" Ricky asks. He nuzzles his face into her side (and the tiny bit of shade she's producing) and she runs his fingers through his hair. He's starting to grow it out a bit, and she really thinks it suits him. "I could try casting locate creature."
"Couldn't tell, but he might not be close enough yet," she says.
"Boo," Pete says right behind Esther, nearly knocking her reeling back into the fountain. He's shirtless, wearing tiny trans pride flag striped shorts, and is soaking wet from being knee deep in the water. The only dry thing about him is his pink cowboy hat. "Found you!"
He heaves himself up to sit next to Esther on the rim of the fountain and kisses her gently. "I'm loving this look," Pete says, waving a hand at her everything. Esther's pretty pleased with her look this year, fishnets under denim cutoffs, a leather pentagram shaped harness over a loose white linen button down, and her best chunky platform boots. "And this one," he says to Ricky, twisting to kiss him as well. Ricky's gone for a lot of side boob this year in an old FDNY pride t-shirt that Esther and Pete had taken a pair of scissors to for the occasion.
"Are you wearing socks in the fountain?" Ricky asks as Pete pulls away from his mouth a moment later.
"Oh my god, he is," Esther says, feigning gagging. "Pete that's disgusting."
Pete rolls his eyes and shifts out of the fountain. They can all see his sopping wet chucks as he swings his legs over the lip and drops to the ground with a wet squelch. "It's fine." The air rushes with magic as both Esther and Ricky cast spells to dry him off, and Pete hops as his feet get blasted with warmth. "Ow! Careful!"
"I'm not taking care of you if you catch trench foot," Esther declares. She takes one of each of their hands and hops to the ground herself. "Let's head up a few blocks and find somewhere to watch from, okay?"