Kiara Carrera officially hated Halloween.
There was an annual Halloween carnival being hosted by the country club, which meant that the place was not only packed, but also tacky and decorated in orange and black adornments that would surely not be recycled by the end of the night. There was something off-putting by the sight of the pumpkin and bat-shaped garlands that led inside of the building, not to mention the various lights dimly lighting her path.
It had been her parent's idea, of course, certainly not her own. But she had been coerced into attendance after yet another boarding school threat—her mother had murmured something about if she had immersed herself into the Kook culture and had gotten to know the right people, that maybe she would transcend from the Pogue culture she seemed infatuated with.
It was all bullshit, not that her mother knew that, but Kiara was more than aware. She had even let the woman force her into the most predictable costume imaginable; it was a black velvet dress with white lace trim around the neck area and had the same material on the sleeves. It had even come with a stupid hat, one that's pointy and stereotypical, something that real witches would never adorn, not that she was persuaded enough to wear it.
Yet here she was wandering inside of the intricately decorated building with her parents lingering in front of her. She had thankfully convinced her mother that bringing along the small broomstick was too much, to which her mother had acquiesced, so she doesn't look as childish as she could.
She had told the boys to make an appearance at the party, preferably to crash it so she can go home, get changed, and spend the night over at the Chateau but since the garment had no pockets and she never carried a purse, she had no real means of contacting the boys or asking if the three were on their way at all.
Kiara could only hope.
When she makes her way to the back of the building, she has to take a moment to take it all in; there was a lot going on, whether it was different themed stalls set up, the different mazes lurking about in the dimmer lit parts of the propriety or more importantly, the table set up with a massive crimson-colored punch bowl and other adornments scattered about.
Her first bet is to hit the table and have a drink, something she certainly needed to survive the night. As she makes to step forward, arms are going around her chest and teeth are playfully poised at her neck: "did I scare you?" Sarah teases lightheartedly, her crimson lipstick leaving a bright, red stain on her skin.
Kiara takes a moment to recover and purses her lips, turning in the latter's arms to stare at her pointedly. "You don't look scary, you just look like something out of Jon B's wet dreams."
And she did.
Sarah Cameron was wearing a burgundy off the shoulder dress with black trim and an equally as dark corset that cinches her waist almost unbearably tight. Her lips are painted black and there are droplets of scarlet blood dripping down her chin and a pair of ivory fangs when her mouth opens to smirk broadly at the comment.
She regards her with mischief at the mere thought, linking her arms with the brunette as the two stroll to the refreshment table. "That's what I was going for," chirps the girl as she nears the table and plucks up a solo cup filled to the brim with punch: "Is Jon B still coming?"
Kiara hums at her tone and snatches up her own drink, suddenly wishing that it wasn't a Kook function and that someone had spiked the punch. When she brings the rim to her mouth, however, she finds it's to no avail and releases a sigh. "Jon B, Pope and JJ should be here when the party starts to wind down. You know they would never miss an opportunity to crash."
Sarah seems pleased by the information and tows her in the direction of the mirror maze. "I can't wait to see the look on everyone's face when they show up—it'll be like Midsummer all over again." There was a devious smile playing on her lips as she looks the entrance up and down.
