Insanity At Its Best

38 - costume

I browse through the many costume options displayed on the wall in front of me.

Currently I stand inside of Party City; its filled with things you need for all sorts of parties.

And for Halloween they sell different types of costumes, one of them I'm hoping will be mine.

I look at a box near the top of the large paper files with costumes. A girl, no older then ten, stands in the middle. She appears to be wearing a very old looking dress. Her eyes look sunken in and her skin is pale. Her mouth is open and I can see fangs on her canine teeth. She's a vampire.

"We could always go as a nurse and a doctor. I mean, you would obviously be a slutty nurse. I, on the other hand will be a sexy doctor" i hear Jack say and I look back to see him standing near a pair of wigs.

I turn back around and look at the couple costumes.

"Aren't you worried of wandering eyes? My chest will be on the display, along with my legs" I walk towards the slutty nurse and doctor to see that the white dress is not only extremely tight, but very short.

"It barely even covers my ass" I tell him and from a distance I can hear him chuckle.

"Alright, then you can wear it to the after-after party. There we'll play doctor. How does that sound?" His voice is deep sending a shiver down my spine.

"Mm...remind me why we can't go straight to the after-after party after trick or treating?" I glance at him and he shakes his head.

"We agreed to drop by" he says and I sigh.

"How about a zombie couple?" I tap my fingers against the pair of zombies looking dismembered.

"If we're going to be zombies we have to go all out. I'm talking zombie makeup to make it look like our skin is falling off" he tells me and I shake my head.

"Never mind. I don't have that much talent in that department" I smile.

"Angel and a demon?" I turn around and he smirks.

Slowly he walks over to me until his body is inches from mine.

"Oh baby, we wouldn't leave the house if you were dressing up as an angel" he whispers roughly in my ear and I bite my lip.

"Yeah? Why?" I ask him as I slide my hand around his neck. He grasps my ass tightly in his palm at the touch.

"Seeing you in all white, trying to act innocent. It'd be too much to handle" he shakes his head and dips it so he rests against my collar bones.

"How naughty would it be. Me, as a demon, ruffling your pretty little white feathers. You'd be moaning—screaming even as I fucked you in my bed. The scene itself is sinful" he growls before slapping my behind softly.

The longer he stand near me the hotter I can feel myself becoming.

So I push him away and tell him to go back to his place before someone sees us. You never know where Pam might be.

"Werewolves?" I ask without turning around. Not trusting myself.

"Too hairy" he dismisses and I huff.

"Cool, it looks like we're going as nothing" I shrug before walking to him.

My head hangs as I stop in front. He tips my chin up and places a kiss on my lips.

"Don't pout. I think I know what you can be" he pulls out his phone from his back pocket and unlocks it.

He searches something up before placing it in my hand.

"A...harlequin?" I ask for confirmation and swipe down the Wikipedia page on the jester looking man.

"The Harlequin is characterized by his chequered costume. His role is that of a light-hearted, nimble and astute servant, often acting to thwart the plans of his master..." I read aloud some of the paragraph before looking up at him.

"So you want me to be a harlequin?" I ask him and he nods.

"It fits your name too. Harley Quinn" he smiles and I nod.

"Yeah, oddly enough" I shake my head before pausing.

"So what are you going to be? My master?" I ask referring to the paragraph I had just read from and he chuckles.

"No, I'm going to be something better. Keep reading" he nods to his phone which is still in my hand.

The brightness is darkening so I tap on the screen to avoid it turning off.

"The Harlequin character came to England early in the 17th century and took center stage in the derived genre of the Harlequinade, developed in the early 18th century by John Rich......

......Harlequin was routinely paired with the character Clown. As developed by Joseph Grimaldi around 1800, Clown became the mischievous and brutish foil for the more sophisticated Harlequin, who became more of a romantic character."

"You're going to be a clown?" I ask him and he nods.

I let out a giggle before covering my mouth.

"I'm sorry but how the hell are we going to find a harlequin costume? Clowns we can find. But a harlequin, I doubt it" i tell him and he chuckles.

"No silly, I'll make it" I look at him with my eyebrows furrowed.

"You're going to make our costume?" I ask him and he shrugs.

"Yeah why not?"

"Do you know how to sow?" I ask him and he shakes his head.

"No but I can come up with something. Trust me, I've got this" I raise up my hands in surrender.

"Whatever you say. I better look hot though" I point my finger at him and he holds it in his fist.

"You'll look ravishing baby" he smirks and I smile.

"Good. Now...how about we leave in two separate cars and coincidentally meet up at your place where you can show me a little preview of the after party" I wrap my arms around his neck and his grip lowly on my hips.

"Or I could just show you right here" he mutters and I look up at him.

"We would get caught" I whisper.

".....On second thought, we would get caught. I know how much you like to scream" he tells me before gliding a fingertip across my chest.

"You know me all too well" I lace our fingers together and grip the base of his neck.

I bring his head down to my height and plant a kiss on his lips that he eagerly accepts.