Coffee and UFO's

Costume Curiosity

A/N: here ya go

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If Dan ignored the day's rocky start, then all in all it hadn't been quite a bad day, special effects makeup had been fun and then his home ec class had been fun (the teacher had been thoroughly insane and they had spent the period baking cupcakes) he had shared it with Chris and Connor and spent the entire time babysitting his extremely high housemates while trying his best to make realistic coffins out of fondant.

He enjoyed the time he spent with Kevin and even planned to bother his dorky pet later tonight. Perhaps he could fill out an application to work with him. After all, his excessive wanelo and amazon purchases didn't pay for them selves and he needed a new sweater. Badly. He had seen a new Christmas sweater that said "Santa is dead. So is god. Give me gifts please." Surrounded by little gift emojis, and he was definitely feeling this nihilistic Christmas aesthetic.

Shopping frenzies aside, he was looking forward to possibly getting a new job. As much as Dan enjoyed being lazy and doing nothing he definitely needed some sort of activity to keep him occupied or he'd go mad. Idle hands are what the angels use to to inanely cutesy and pure things, and Satan forbid he'd let one of those rabid, winged, uncannily marshmallow-like cloud beasts make his pristinely manicured hand do something...holy. Not on whatever's left of his soul.

Speaking of cutesy and pure, Dan was sure his tiny planet exploring older twin had caught the eye of a certain Puerto Rican nacho king. Dan found the entire situation amusing and he reveled in observing their awkwardly cute interactions. Silly boys, he considered the classic "handcuff and abandon in the woods" strategy of matchmaking, but decided against it seeing as the last time he went through with that Shay had been upset with him for three whole hours.

As Dan walked back to his wonderfully dysfunctional dorm house he stopped to examine the bulletin, he perked up and grinned at the announcement before him. "October Masquerade Ball" the dance was to take place three weeks from now and Dan could feel his excitement racing, he tore down the flyer and took off running towards the coffee shop completely forgoing his original plan to go to his room and nap.

The late afternoon air nipped at his cheeks as he booked it towards Kevin's workplace, he rushed in to the building over excitedly bursting in through the lovely antique French doors like the dramatic little fucker he is.

"KEVIN!" Dan shouted as he hopped over the counter and towards his favorite olive skinned barista friend, waving the flyer wildly as he practically convulsed with excitement over his new discovery.

Kevin had definitely not expected his tall dark friend leap like an Olympian over the counter, completely ignoring the open gate to enter (in his defense only uncultured swine and the less dramatically inclined use entry ways properly), and nearly dropped the large iced americano with vegan whipped cream he had been making for the one lonely, and now very confused and frightened, customer. He looked at Dan fondly as he struggled to regain his bearings and hand the coffee to the equally shell shocked customer.

"There's a dance Kevin!" Dan stated excitedly, bouncing slightly as he looked down at his slightly shorter friend.

"Yes Dan, the October ball is a thing. It happens every year." He explained with a calm smile as he rang up the poor customer and waved him off before returning his attention to his friend.

"I wanna go, I'm already formulating a perfect costume. You have no idea Kevin." Dan replied humming excitedly at the prospect of getting to dress up and outshine all the lowly plebeians with his superb costume making skills, after all store bought costumes are for people of a lesser caliber of effort.

"Oh really? Entry to the ball requires a date though." Kevin said reading the flyer and frowning slightly. Now that was new, he had gone to the dance by himself last year with no problem. Now they suddenly spring new rules on to the dance? How unfortunate. He was sad that it now seemed as if he wouldn't be going after all.

"That, my dear dear friend, is where you come in. Would you like to spend the night wooing me and being wooed in return?" Dan pleaded turning on the puppy dog eyes to his now Rosie cheeked friend.

"W-what?" Sputtered Kevin anxiously messing with his sleeves. He was confused as to why Dan would want to go with someone like him.

"Pleaseeee, I really wanna go." Said Dan, his pout intensifying as he continued, "you're hot as fuck I'm hot as fuck, let's dress up get drunk and do things that I won't regret." Dan waggled his eyebrow in a jokingly suggestive manner.

"O-okay." Sighed Kevin in response. He knew there was no arguing with the puppy dog eyes of doom. Darn Dan's uncanny talent for manipulation, it had to be the strongest of all of his under appreciated talents (including but not limited to: escaping death, completing mazes, crying in different languages, thievery, cat taming, cursing people out in flawless haiku, and death metal yoga.).