Halloween. The time of year when someone can wear a black lingerie set with a pair of ears and claim they're a cat, people are so drunk out of their mind they just go with it and shout "nice costume" over the thumping bass of party music in the background. This year I'll finally be able to experience it to its full potential curtesy of Alice and the others. I've never really done Halloween properly as my parents didn't let me because of all the devil association that they claim comes with it. But if I simply don't tell them I'm celebrating it, they won't ever know.
By celebrating it, I just mean going to a club and getting plastered. Not too bad though since I do have work and I don't think that with a raging hangover will quite go hand in hand. This time Opum is tagging a long since she doesn't have work and really needs to let loose, I am slightly nervous to witness drunk Opum, but we'll tackle that hurdle when we get to it.
We came to the conclusion to not coordinate our costumes because it was just too much of a hassle. Imagine trying to find a group costume for five people. Scooby-Doo was a seemingly good option but it's quite hard to dress up as a sexy dog, as well as it being borderline weird. I decided to dress up as Mrs Smith from "Mr and Mrs Smith". It was all black attire: fishnet gloves, a sort of latex leather skirt, sleeveless corset top with suspenders and combat boots. I also had a trench coat since that's what she wore on top as well as a fake machine gun for the photoshoot we were to have. I did my makeup almost identical to Jolie's in the film but swapped the rose lip for a darker red. The wig I'd bought was curled to perfection and several tons of hairspray made sure it'd be in the same condition by the end of the night.
Opum had dressed up as Shego and Andria had dressed as Kim Possible. Opum was wearing a muted Shego bodysuit that she'd made with tights and Prada boots. She'd let her dreads stay down decorating them with gold clips and string as well as covering her top lip with black lipstick. Andria had gone for a more modest version of Kim Possible, wearing a black long-sleeved top paired with khaki cargo pants alongside Doc. Martens she'd borrowed from Opum. I wasn't sure of their situation at the current moment, but they seemed happy enough to go with each other, so all was currently well I supposed. We left the apartment and drove to the nearby park. Making our way out of the car once having arrived, we walked towards the fountain we'd agreed to meet at.
"NIA!" Alice shouted as she ran over and gave me a hug.
"ALICE!" She was wearing a purple mini dress and had straightened her ginger hair to resemble Daphne from Scooby-Doo, she'd left behind a guy who'd dressed up as what I presume is Fred.
"Who is the guy behind you?"
"OH YEAH! This is Drew my boyfriend. Give us a wave babe!" I could tell she'd pre-drank. Drew obligingly waved towards our direction slightly smiling at us. Silent but Strong type sort of vibes. Dev and Ela were smacking lips and took a momentary break to greet us before divulging into what they were doing.
"Guys by the way, this is Opum in the Shego costume and Andria in the Kim Possible outfit."
A choral "hey" made its way over in reply as the two women waved. Everyone gathered their stuff and separated lips to begin the photoshoot.
"Okay," Alice gathered everyone's attention "First we'll do group photos, the couples -sorry for the lack of inclusion Nia- then individuals."
"No need to rub it in Alice." I grumbled. Opum removed the tripod she'd carried from its case and set it up. Alice began positioning us assigning specific poses. I was in the middle with Opum and Andria to my left, Ela and Dev to my right then Alice and Drew were stood on the fountain rim above me. I was told to wear my coat mid taking it off, Alice was leaning on Drew's shoulder, Drew was looking through a magnifying glass towards the camera, Dev (dressed up as Dracula) was biting Ela's arm, Ela (sexy civilian) was feigning hurt, Andria was crouched down in a Black Widow pose and Opum had her hands on her hips. We looked hot.
After that we took our turns to get singular/couple photos then once we were all satisfied, made our way to the club. Luckily, we'd booked a table in the luxurious Bloomsbury Club. It was housed in a massive industrial building- probably once was a cotton mill. Walking in, we were greeted by a large crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, reflecting any light that struck it. Around us there were dancers (a mix of genders) on raised platforms, like a classy strip club essentially. Since we'd arrived at 11pm the place was filled with hustle and bustle: the bar was full of people waiting to fill themselves with alcohol; people grinding on each other like horny teenagers; couples making out in the corners.
We ditched our belongings at the table (there was a bodyguard making sure nothing gets stolen) and hurried over to the bar.
"Hey Nia!" He shouted over the music
"Yes, Dev?"
"Make sure to get some tonight!" I could feel the tips of my ears heating up. The others started heckling at me about "Getting dick" and Alice started to really go into detail before Drew shut her up with a kiss. I like this guy. Ela orders four shots for us each, bar Andria who just sips on lemonade. I quickly take them and saunter over to the dance floor as they kick in. I'd left my coat at the table, so the shots were needed to give me that warm fuzzy feeling.
In the middle of the dance floor, I moved my body to the music. I could feel eyes on my and I simply basked in their gaze doing my own thing. But there was a certain pair in front of me that was drawing me in. A guy in a Ghostface mask stood holding his drink engaging eye contact with me. I stalk over him resting my hands on his neck swaying my waist ever so close to his. He rested his free hand on my behind while chugging down the drink before giving it to a passing by waiter, then letting his other hand join the one on my ass.
I glance over my shoulder to see Cal and this time I was not surprised. I knew he was coming, and it was time for payback. Tonight, I may be acting slightly promiscuous but until I'm official with anyone, I can do whatever I please. Including making Cal jealous even if it is a tad toxic.
He doesn't try to talk to me. Just sits there sipping on his drink, staring at the guy in front of me with a vicious glint in his eyes. I move my body so it's now facing him and let my hands roam my torso. Ghostface-let's just call him Steve- Steve places his hands on my hips and grips me closer to his front while still giving me room to do my thing. He's actually a really good dance partner.
"So, I'll take it we're fucking with the guy at the bar?"
"Yes, if you don't mind."
"It's all my pleasure." His lips softly make contact with my neck, and I slowly tip my head back allowing him more access. Our bodies are still moving in a fluidlike motion, and it felt good. More than good. At this point, I felt like risking it all for Steve. But no, I was a woman on a mission. I engaged eye contact with Cal the whole time as Steve's hands explored my body.
The attention from both men made my skin feel alive. I could start to see something resembling disdain wash over Cal's face as Steve's hands became more impertinent. With the quirk of an eyebrow I could tell I'd achieved my aim.
"Thank you, but I'm going to grab a drink now."
"Well, I'm always here if you need me beautiful." I turn and plant a kiss on his cheek then moved towards the bar. I lean on the gloss mahogany counter and order a strawberry daiquiri.
"That was an amazing show love."
"Hmm."
"Don't forget you were doing that with me not too long ago." He whispered into my ear and with that he sauntered away. He had a whole smug look as if he won whatever this was.
Dickhead.
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