[ WP ] Hundreds of years in the future , nerds fondly over-romanticize the late 20th/ early 21st century in completely historically inaccurate and anachronistic festivals akin to modern Renfaires .

The sound of music fills the fair grounds. 
 
 *I want a brand new house on an episode of Cribs* 
 
 *And a bathroom I can play baseball in* 
 
 *And a king size tub* 
 
 *Big enough for ten plus me... * 
 
 Men in coats that cascade down to their ankles mingle about. Their facial hair cropped and cut, leaving their faces bare but their necks covered. Drinking the brew traditional to the time: neon green in color, filled with sugar and Yellow 5. Though they've kept the Yellow 5 out because of it's ban. Not all things can be recreated with 100 % authenticity. 
 
 With their trench coats trailing behind them like a bridal gown, they walk up to their lady counterparts with easy confidence. It's the last day of the Fair, meaning the courtship of the 21st century begins. 
 
 A man tips his trilby to a woman. 
 
 `` M'lady.'' 
 
 She's dressed in traditional 21st century attire: Yoga pants and an athletic T-shirt with the words of a company from the 20th and 21st century, long deceased. It was n't authentic, of course. Nike had gone out of business a long time ago, but she was a pretty good stencil artist. 
 
 `` I love your Nike shirt.'' The neckbeard says. 
 
 `` It's actually pronounced, *Nike. * Rhymes with Mike.'' 
 
 He reaches the crook of his arm out for her to grab, she does eagerly. They walk and he offers her a sip of his Neon green drink. 
 
 `` Thank you,'' she says and takes a tentative sip. 
 
 He nods, again tipping the brim of his hat. 
 
 They reach the Ferris wheel. He walks up the steps ahead of her and opens the door to the swing. He grabs the edge of his trench coat and whips it to the side, like a man showing the flair of a cape, then bows low. 
 
 `` Your chariot awaits, M'lady.'' 
 
 She walks up the stairs, the athletic shoes make it easy. 
 
 `` Thank you, kind sir.'' She says, and walks into the basket. He follows behind and throws his trench coat tails out behind him when he sits. She notices and is impressed with how impressive he is. 
 
 `` It's a shame.'' He says. 
 
 `` What's that?'' 
 
 He looks down, hides his eyes behind the rim of his trilby and continues. `` It's a shame heaven lost an angel, but I'm glad to have your company.'' 
 
 She blushes. He's wooing her with the conventional methods used in the 21st century: desperate compliments. 
 
 `` This angel is glad to have the company of a White Knight.'' 
 
 He shudders at what she's said, his jowls shake above his meticulously manicured neckbeard. = 
 
 `` I would have you M'lady, if you would have me?'' 
 
 She nods. `` Nothing would make me happier. I've always wanted a nice guy.'' 
 
 He takes her hand, as she reaches for his. They sit in each other's company in quiet, watching the sun set on White Night festival's last day.
