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It's October 2023 and Pink Slip has finally finished their summer tour. The atmosphere changed along with the season as it went from summer to fall, meaning hockey season has finally began. Trevor Zegras has been launched into the spotlight o...
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I was glad when Wes said he wanted to do his own costume and Mal and Alex wanted to do their own matching costumes. I had been planning my costume for months now, possibly even a year. I saw girls dress up as Patrick Bateman last year, and they looked so hot. Since August, I have been collecting the items I needed for my costume. Now it was time to assemble it all together.
It was an hour before the party, and I was finishing up my makeup in the bathroom before I put my costume on. I put on some cherry-flavored lip gloss before ruffling my hair slightly. I grabbed the bottle of SFX blood and made my way back into the bathroom. "Weston! Get your ass in here and help me!" I screamed as I poured the blood into a spray bottle.
"What do you want?!" he whined as he entered my bathroom, adjusting his black tie. He decided he wanted to be the Onceler very last minute, which meant he rushed to Amazon to get everything. His green blazer was the perfect shade of green, perfectly matching his hat.
I handed him the spray bottle and explained to him as I buttoned up my poncho over an oversized old shirt, "I need you to spray me with blood. I need it mostly up here on my head and on my poncho. Just make sure not to get my suit, I wanna wear this again." He nodded along with what I was instructing him to do before I stepped into my shower. "Alright, go!"
"Do I just spray it on your face?" he asked, his eyebrows knitted together. I nodded my head aggressively and held up my chin.
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Close your eyes." I did as he said and squeezed my eyes shut. Without any warning, the cold spritz of SFX makeup sprayed my face. My face scrunched up as I felt a chill run down my back. "Cold?"
I nodded my head, scared of getting the blood in my mouth. He finally finished spraying my face and went down to the poncho, causing me to open my eyes. He unscrewed the cap and just splashed me with the blood. I screamed before letting out a loud laugh. "Thanks, Wes!"
He placed the spray bottle on the sink before making his way out of the bathroom. "Of course. Just hurry up and get dressed," he yelled out to me from my bedroom door. "Wait! Do you have the address?!"
"Yeah, who's driving?" I asked, taking the poncho off and draping it over the curtain rod.
"You!" He then shut my bedroom door. Why did I always have to be the DD? I just wanted to get wasted at this party tonight, but also I have a lot to lose with Trevor. How I act when I'm drunk is something that my closest friends will only see.
I finally changed into my costume — it consisted of a black cropped tank top, a black mini skirt, a white button-up, a blazer, long black socks, and Converses. I grabbed my Bluetooth headset and let it hang from my neck. This is perfect. I grabbed my phone from the edge of my bed and brought it back into the bathroom with me. I took a couple of mirror selfies which I would post later.
