The pair of men cast a glance over their shoulders as they bustled down the distant sidewalk, smirks stretched across their mouths as they laid eyes upon their female companions through the break in the crowd. Laying out a silent challenge. One they both knew the girls would not, could not turn down.-
"Really?"
-Leigh-Ann chuckled but glared over the distance before looking down at her already sore feet decked out in a pair of blue and green bejeweled high-heels.
Elizabeth had already begun to step around her friend, grinning. Leigh-Ann rolled her eyes softly but laughed, turning to follow behind the swaying tail of the costumed devil before her.-
"I can only imagine what those two shitheads are up to."
-Elizabeth quipped as the pair pushed through the rest of the crowd until they broke free.-
"Absolutely no good, as usual."
-was the volleyed response. Their pace quickened as their shared laughter over the very truth of the discussion echoed away.
The further they moved away from the street party, the louder the soft clack of their heels became over the mostly deserted street. The guys were staying just barely within sight as they kept moving, drawing the girls further away from the bright lights, music and glitz. Instead drawing them closer toward the quiet, darkened recesses of the city where the lawns were sprawling instead with hulking, dark and monolithic mausoleums that protected the cities dead from the muddy waters that would rot or carry the corpses away during floods.-
"Shit, hang on."
-Leigh-Ann murmured, a hand reaching and grasping for her friends shoulder as she lifted a foot from the ground, peeling the gem encrusted shoes from her feet, one after the other.
