funfair

Who's he seeing now then?""No idea. They're like funfair goldfish; no point giving them names, they never last that long.

It was the flashing lights, and the noise of the machines, and the loud, loud music, all seeming to refract and contract around her, her eyes widening, her hair swooshing, her slow smile shining. She seemed an actual part of the place - all fun, all joy, all shimmery skittering energy.