Were's the Love?

Chapter 32: Frozen Tits and Shriveled Dicks

**Quick Author's Note: I'm sorry for the late update. I had a horrendous bout of writer's block and, despite knowing what I wanted to write, I couldn't get the words to come out right. I don't want to post chapters simply because I want to keep my weekly release record going. I wanted to make sure that what I post is in keeping with the stories and characters, not forced. So, apologies that it's so late, but I have found my muse again and I should be back to releasing more frequently again. Thanks! Now, on to the story!**

"So, how are things going with Jason? Still feeling 'frustrated?'" Bethany asks and I hard swallow the drink in my mouth. The alcohol burns as it goes down my throat, but not as much as my cheeks do. Thank god I've got enough make-up on my face to hide the fact that I'm blushing. "You looked pretty cozy two weeks ago at the homecoming afterparty. That kiss you two shared made me jealous."

"What kiss?" I arch my brow and ask. She wasn't there when Jason kissed me. No one was.

"You know which one I'm talking about," she chuckles, the tight curls on her blonde wig bouncing and the red splotches on her cheeks hiding her dimples. "That kiss you two shared after you thought everyone left."

"You saw that?" I try to keep my cool, but I'm not sure how well it's working. My voice is already a little shakier than it should be. Shit!

"Yeah. I came back because I forgot my coat. Thank god I left the door open. I would have hated to interrupt that steamy make out session. Especially, after your complaint at the spa," she smirks and shakes her head, "Though, I was hoping to tease Jason about it later, but he never eats his lunch at the staff table with me anymore. He's too busy spending all his time with you."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Bethany laughs again, "You're his mate. If I could eat lunch with Thomas every day, I would too. Besides, I can go tease him about it now, if I want to."

We both look out into the crowd of people for Jason. He's easy to spot, despite everyone being in costume. He's one of the few guests dressed up as something other than a slutty animal and for that, I am incredibly grateful.

Halloween is supposed to be a chance to be whatever you want to be, but there is some weird fascination in the shifter community with dressing up as the animal you are, only an incredibly slutty version of it. It doesn't matter what gender you are either. Everyone does it.

I had hoped that things would be different since the party we're attending is at Tammy and Vincent's house, but it's not. I am staring out at a sea of shifters wearing fuzzy bikinis and speedos, furry ears on their heads, and fluffy tails dangling just above their asses.

It's completely ridiculous. It's late October and freezing out.

It could be attractive, I suppose.

If you happen to enjoy looking at a lot of frozen tits and shriveled dicks. Nothing calls to the ladies out there like a lump the size of a thumb bulging from a furry banana hammock or nipples solid enough to poke someone's eye out hidden behind feathers and fluff.

Of course, there are a few couples that have decided to toss aside conformity and dress as something unique or different from what our society expects of them, but there aren't many of us who did. And all of us are wearing couple's costumes. Bethany and Thomas came as doll-inspired by Jack and Jill. Tammy and Vincent decided to go with Cleopatra and Marc Anthony. There's one couple dressed like Neo and Trinity from the Matrix movies.

Then, there's us.

Now, before I tell you what we are, I should tell you that this was completely Jason's idea. I would have been fine dressing in just about any famous couple he suggested. I was actually preparing myself for some overdone, cheesy romantic couple, like Romeo and Juliet or Cinderella and Prince Charming.