Pastel meets Tattoos // Muke

19. Gone Wrong

Okay this chapter will be drama filled so

BEWARE

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Luke Hemmings

"Are we all set?" I beamed as I fixed my collar and my crown that sat upon my pink wig. "Aaannndddd....All set!" Michael grinned as he finally managed to stick the fang onto his teeth. "Yay!" I laughed and grabbed my phone before pulling up Instagram. "C'mon we gotta take a picture," I squeaked and he stepped beside me. I pressed my lips against his cheek before snapping the photo and typing the caption as, 'All set and done for the Halloween partayyyyy! hope to see all of you there as well!'

"Who will he driving us tanight?" I giggled and he rolled his eyes playfully. "Well seeing as there's gonna be a possibility that we'll all be drunk....We're gonna have to take a taxi to get their," He sighed in defeat and I rolled my eyes this time. "It's the safest route anyway," I smiled and held his hand in mine. "C'mon, Gumlee, we're waiting!" I hear Calum call from downstairs. "We're coming ya twat!" I exclaimed and scampered down the steps with Michael close behind.

"Would you look at that. The vampire king and the Candy prince," Ashton cooed and I blushed before huffing. "We're going to a Halloween party not prom," I muttered and he laughed before fixing his Luigi hat and wiggling his mustache that was stuck above his top lip. "This thing feels so weird," Calum murmured and I shrugged. "I guess that's what a mustache feels like. Now c'mon before we're late!" I squeaked and rushed out the room. "Did you already call up the driver on uber?" I called over at Ashton. "Yeah! We got Preston!" He cheered. "Whoooo!" I laughed as I screamed, rushing towards the taxi and climbing into the drivers seat before anyone else could.

"Good to see you yet again, Preston," I smiled at him and he chuckled before waving. "Always here at your service, Hemmimgs," He smiled back and I chuckled as the three others managed to squish at the back seat. "And we are set to go!" I beamed and the taxi soon zoomed pass our place.

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"Yaaassssss!" I groaned in excitement once I heard the loud music that made the floor vibrate. "Candy shots c'mon!" Calum shouted over the music and we managed to make our way through the crowd of sweaty bodies and plop ourselves down on the stools by the bar. "Four Candy shots please," Michael grinned, holding up four fingers at the man that had some kind of steampunk costume on. Not long after, shots were being slid towards us.

"I want that one," I pouted over at Michael's bright pink shot. "Here you go, princess. Or shall I say, Prince Gumball," He winked and slid the shot towards me. "You're stupid," I giggled but downed the shot anyway, shuddering slightly at how strong it was. "Woah," I hear Ashton laugh out. "Woah indeed," I agreed and licked my lips to get more of the jolly rancher tasting shot. "I need at least two more to loosen up a bit," I giggled softly and Michael chuckled. "I'll order them for you," He whispered against my ear, shivering at the feeling of his wet lips brushing against my skin. "Kay," I murmured and felt him smile before ordering another set of shots, specifically asking for the pink ones.

"You're sure about this?" Michael laughed and I nodded before grabbing the shot. "Cheers?" I smiled cheekily over at him and he held up his second blue shot to mines, making a loud clink with the drink spilling a bit into each of our glasses. I downed the shot and so did Michael, shaking out my head furiously. "That burn though," Michael rasped out and I giggled loudly before downing the third and last shot. I bit my lip and held onto the counter, breathing out a laugh and blinking wildly. "That's a lot," I whistled out and turned my stool over to look at Michael. "Care for this dance, Prince Gumball?" Michael smirked mischievously, his hand splayed out for me and his fangs pressing against his kissable lips.