To Fall

Trick or Treat

Drink.

Talk.

Party.

Those were the rules Alya had thrust on her as they entered the West Side Dorms, the residents hosting a 'Halloween party to remember', as Alya had dubbed it. Becca, Alya's newest addition to the friend group, had invited the pair to a dorm wide party, every unit hosting a new room full of alcohol, food and games. Becca had hit it off with Alya, the two bonding over a love of smutty books and men in masks. Marinette prayed for her sanity as she looked around the room, bodies filling every corner and finding no familiar faces. She fiddled with her black and red short shorts, attempting to hide her face in matching jacket. She had let Alya talk her into going as Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, not thinking the brunette would go for the Suicide Squad version of the clown.  She pushed closer to Alya as the green clad girl led her inside, Alya greeting unknown people as they made their way across the floor. 

Marinette had jumped at the thought of a party. She needed an escape from her nighttime activities. Becca ran up to them, black hair pulled into a braid and slutty black witch robe hugging her figure. "Marinette! Alya! What's up hoes!?" Marinette laughed and hugged her, relaxing as she shoved a solo cup into her hands. "Demi really came through. We got all kinds of booze. Socialize and make some friends, this is the one night security won't bother us!" Alya grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room. They didn't know many people here, but Alya was determined to change that.

Drink

Alya kept the drinks coming as they mingled, different mixtures filling Marinette's cup. The liquor burned as it flowed down her throat, an escape from everything around her. She relaxed after the third drink, her mind finally shutting down from 'Ladybug' mode.

No bodies. No cops. No murderous cat men. 

Just Marinette.

She had wanted to let loose for so long, never having the opportunity. Yet, here tonight, Alya knew just what she needed. Nino had joined them dressed as Donatello and had stolen Alya away into the crowd. Marinette for once didn't mind being left alone, the alcohol easing her nerves. Another drink and the worries of her world vanished, replaced by the rules Alya had set in place. Tonight was about having fun and enjoying herself. A dark figure caught her attention near the back of the room. Marinette chugged down the last of her Jack and Coke, making her way to the person leaning against the wall. 

Talk

The person sent shivers down her as she took him in, unsure if it was the alcohol or desire lighting up her body. Black jeans hugged toned legs over the dark boots. A black dress shirt followed the curve of the body, sleeves rolled to the elbow and large hands grasping their own drink. The mask. The black mask covered their whole head. The mouth was missing, vibrant white teeth flashing as the man talked to someone nearby, black face paint covering his skin. Tented glass goggles covered the eyes making it impossible to see inside, small horns poking up from the top of the mask. A tube connected to each half of the mask, as though they were breathing tubes. The unnamed ghoul was a mystery. Marinette didn't know who was under that mask, but she knew what she would do to them. 

She had a thing for masks. 

She walked up and swung her bat behind her neck, resting her arms on it as the figure snapped their attention to her. She waved slightly and offered a smile, composing herself as the exposed white smile grew. The figure pushed off the wall and hovered over her, the dark void of eyes unnerving her as they trailed a hand over her jacket. 

"Trick or treat Miss Quinn." 

Marinette chuckled and bopped the figure of the head with her finger. "Trick or treat to you too Mr. Ghoul" They chuckled together; the sound familiar to her as she took another drink from the mini bar. She offered one to the man and he accepted, hand still playing with her jacket. "I've never seen this in stores. Its more accurate than anything I've seen. Did you make it?" Marinette nodded, blushing at the compliment. He smirked and moved his hand to her crop top, fingers ghosting the edge. They made small talk, neither using names as they talked fashion and respective fandoms. The drinks didn't stop, neither paying attention as their brains fogged.