If you want to get out alive...

Chapter 7

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Halloween, as it turned out, was a holiday for children to dress up as something (usually) scary, and knock on the doors of random homes while the owners gave out free candy in return. It seemed odd, to make a holiday for something as such. Nevertheless, Sam enjoyed the pumpkin-y smells, and the color of leaves as they fell from almost-naked branches.

Wes had given Sam some kind of drink that was apparently called 'coffee,' though it only reminded him of more pumpkins and more autumn colors - debatably because the coffee was something called 'spice-pumpkin,' -  'pumpkin-spice' - ? He couldn't put his finger on it.

"Why do I have to wear toilet paper?" Sam finally asks after a moment, weighing the now empty cup in his hand, disappointed as he set it gently near his feet before glancing out the window. His eyes scrutinize more reds, oranges and yellows as they drove.
Wes snickers, keeping his hands on the wheel, blue hues on the road. "I told you, you can't go to a Halloween party with out wearing something - and toilet paper was all I had on short notice."
Sam frowns, huffing out a sigh. "So I'm going to a Halloween party, as toilet paper?" The boy could tell Wes was smiling without so much as looking to see if he was right.
"No- a mummy."
What ever a mummy was; Sam didn't bother to question it.

He wrinkles his nose before turning around in his seat, body twisting in order to look at and gesture towards Wes's costume. "Well, what are you then?" He asks instead, taking in the other's white coat and spiked hair with far too much gel in it than should be possible.
"Me?" Wes says this as if it should be obvious. "- I'm a scientist. Or, a mad scientist I guess. Haven't you heard of Frankenstein?"

Sam raises his eyebrows, deciding to smile instead of alternatively looking confused, because really, he wasn't sure what else to do. "I guess. But if we're not kids, why do we have to dress up too?"
Wes offers a 'bitch please' look towards the other, shoving his hand in an open bag of something that read 'bugles.'
Sam watches him plop a small tornado-chip in his mouth, resulting in a crunch that resonated through the whole of the vehicle.

"Trust me; if you didn't dress up as something, you'd look very out of place."

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Sam rips a small piece of toilet paper from his 'costume' in a nervous course of action, and swallows, beryl-green eyes narrowing before he flicks them up to meet Wes's gaze. "The air feels weird," he comments timidly, glancing around the deck of the house in which the Halloween party was being held at. Music could be heard trying to break through the walls of the place, while the faint smell of alcohol and vomit filtering throughout their proximity. The smell though, wasn't what the boy was referring to.

Wes waves a hand as if both testing the oxygen particles and dismissing the topic at the same time. "Air feels like air," he replies, leaning against the doorframe for a diminutive moment before knocking, casting a questioning look towards Sam; Sam waves a hand to dismiss it. The door swings open before any other words could be spoken, music notes flying, escaping through the exit with a volume that Sam hadn't quite been expecting.

A girl, with short blonde hair smiles, her curls framing around her face as she bounced with animated enthusiasm. She wore an obviously fraudulent nurse hat atop her head, the Red Cross such a bright scarlet against the white, one could easily mistaken it for blood.
He swallows, attempting at a polite smile.
The girl, she doesn't seem to notice, or make eye contact with him for that matter, and instead, waves the two in with an occupied hand of some kind of drink.

Sam dully peers through at first, noticing different decorations of cartoon ghosts, skeletons, and pumpkins. Some of them, however, looked awfully close to what could be considered the real thing.
Wes nods in a friendly manner towards nurse-dressed-girl, gesturing for Sam to follow him inside. "Hey Molly," he says as greeting, rewarded with a blush and a giggle from the girl, apparently Molly.
Sam wanted to huff and roll his eyes at that for some reason. He doesn't though, notably because he didn't want to appear rude. A first impression was important.