BeanBag Cornhole - Star Festival Booth

It had been a thrilling day at the festival, full of shenanigans and attempted petty theft by Titan. While some of the party-goers had gotten rowdier as the day turned to night, Alcor and Percy had calmed a little. They took their time to explore and enjoy everything they could. Even after spending most of the day here, there was still so much they had not seen, so many stands offering little festival-themed souvenirs, so many booths promising prizes.

As the couple made their way to the park for a break, they noticed yet another booth. This one was far from the bustling center of the festival area, tucked instead within the lightly decorated trees. A warm breeze brushed past, carrying the sound of gentle windchimes that had been set up around the area. Little star-shaped lanterns lit a softly glowing path among the park, leading them closer to the game. The booth itself was simple set up, but one Alcor was extremely familiar with.

“Cornhole.” Or beanbag toss. The actual name was more a matter of preference than anything.

Percy cocked his head a little, but followed Alcor as they approached the board. An Aerolin was just off to the side of it, using an archery arrow to poke at a beanbag that had somehow wound up in one of the tree branches. He eventually managed to get it to fall, landing with a crunch on the ground. 

“Oh! Hello, I didn’t see you there.” He turned to them with a smile, arrow still in hand. “I know it’s a little out of the way, but welcome to my booth. The lights and noise in the main area make my head hurt … so I set this up over here.”

He gestured to the board. It was raised at a slight angle, with three tiers of holes to aim for. Below it was a pit for catching the fallen beanbags, assuming, apparently naively, that none would go so far as getting caught on the tree branches. Vaguely, Alcor wondered where else they have ended up, and how many other players have stumbled on this secluded, almost relaxing area.

Alcor had experience in the game, though they were probably the least skilled of their family. Mizar would certainly be the best candidate for this, or … Dubhe. But neither were here to save Alcor from utter embarrassment if they failed, though they were not around to poke fun at them for it either. Instead, they had Percy, and his warm, curious smile, and Titan, who was … approaching the booth owner with grabby hands.

“Oh? You want to play? I guess that’s not against the rules.”

Wait, Titan was playing? Huh. Percy snorted, but Alcor just gave the sneet an approving thumbs up when they looked back for permission. If they wanted to play, then let them! Titan had played quite a few of the booths and had fun, so why not? Heck, they had played their fair share of cornhole too. Granted, it was with smaller beanbags and boards that Mizar and Alcor had made by hand just for their sneets, but still. 

“Alright. Just for you, I’ll let you stand a little closer. Right about … here.” The booth manager drew a new, sneet-sized line in the dirt. “You get seven shots. The higher the hole, the more points you earn. Good luck.”

Titan struggled at first to properly lift and position the beanbag, but there was a fire in those tiny little sneet eyes, and Alcor knew that regardless of the results, they were going to give it their best.