FIDAN
7:56pm, Wednesday
FIDAN: There's another Frank in my house if you want to come kill it
FIDAN: will pay with extracurricular activities
6:15am, Friday
HOLY H-BOMB: kill your own Franks
HOLY H-BOMB: what are you doing tonight
6:20am, Friday
FIDAN: game. Not home until midnight
HOLY H-BOMB: hm. Unfortunate.
FIDAN: not saying I'm not free before then, though
HOLY H-BOMB: I'm not free until past 8 today
FIDAN: This scheduling sucks. We haven't used a single Calgary condom.
HOLY H-BOMB: i can't believe you're keeping up that bit
FIDAN: it's a good ass bit
FIDAN: not as good as your ass but
HOLY H-BOMB: master of flattery, you are
FIDAN: I seriously can't believe I've been home five days and haven't seen you once
FIDAN: but I'm sort of free tomorrow.
FIDAN: actually. Do you want to come to an NHL halloween house party tomorrow night? You can bring your friends.
HOLY H-BOMB: your not-roommate just invited my roommate so I'm going. See you there?
FIDAN: see you there lol
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I'm dressing up as... I'm not sure. Halloween is a distinctly American, and by American I mean the United States and Canada, tradition. Never have I ever dressed up as something other than for a rager and I've only been to three Halloween related ragers.
This one is Langley's. He's got an old ranch house just outside of city limits, a new acquisition for him, and he's been nipping at his own ankles out of excitement to throw one of these.
Hugo is in my livingroom, shirtless and wearing a cowboy hat.
"That's it?" I ask, looking at him. He's let his chest hair grow out just a bit for the costume. "What even are you?"
"Spaghetti western."
"What?" I have to process that one. "Okay, first, you're Spanish."
"Okay? And? I can be an Italian rendition of an American cowboy if I want."
I run my hand over my face. One of my only friends on the team, a Spaniard raised partly in Slovakia, is dressed up like an Italian version of an American cowboy going to a party in Canada. And he's not even doing it that accurately.
"You're dressed up as Some Guy so don't yell at me for this."
"Some Guy is going to become a costume if you just give me half a second." I look around the inside of my small apartment. I need to go hot, but not boring. Something that Finley can tease me for, but won't make fun of me for. A careful balance.
"You could do lumberjack," he says, not looking up from his phone. "Jeans, flannel, suspenders."
"That's, like, lame though."
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