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"Why'd you dress as a princess when you know you are my queen?" Cesar asked as Cora strutted down the sidewalk, the two meeting in front of Ruby's house. A large grin adorned his face, energy seeping into Cora's bubble.
"Smooth," Cora bit her lip.
"Shut in!" Cesar yelled as Cora closed the door behind them, following her man into the room. It wasn't long before she could sense all the tension in the room.
"But I thought you were with Oscar," was the first thing a worried Ruby said. Cora furrowed her brows for a split moment, before ultimately realizing this much be another ploy to get at Olivia. Then, she rolled her eyes.
"Good to see you too," Cesar said, sounding equal as unpleased as Cora felt.
"Yeah, hey," Cora added, ruffling Ruby's head of hair only enough to make him agitated. "Miss you, peluche."
Ruby took no time swatting away Cora's hands. "No, it's fine. It's just—" Ruby sighed. "Take a seat. Any seat." He quickly jumped when Cesar tried sitting down on the chair to the left. "Not the love seat. And don't block my scented candle."
Cesar settled for the seat on the far right of the couch, Cora standing behind him, draping her arms over the head of the couch and resting on his shoulders. Cesar smiled like a puppy, absolutely enamoured with her touch.
"Are we not going to talk about your guys' killer costumes?" Andres said, earning smiles from Cesar and Cora. Andres sat in the middle between Monse and Cesar. "I mean, Julius Cesar and a princess. Charming and yet fitting."
"Gracias, Andres," Cora flashed her BFF a toothy grin.
"What do you think?" Olivia came out of the bathroom wearing a cowgirl outfit. Cora smiled at the brunette, immediately thinking of something to say seeing as everyone in the room was quiet.
"Looking good," Cora said, a small blush settling on Olivia's cheeks from the compliment. "Save a horse, ride a cowgirl."
Ruby turned to Cora with wide eyes, completely confused at why she would say something like that. "That looks nice," Ruby finally said.
"So, when are we going out?" Olivia asked.
"Never. Trick-or-treating in Freeridge is a no-go," Ruby quickly said.
"Why?"
Ruby sighed. "You might wanna sit down. I'll be brief," he started talking once Olivia sat down next to him. "In 2012, Prophets rolled up on us. Glocks to our heads and snatched our bags," Olivia looked to the other five in disbelief, but Andres and Jamal didn't notice because they were on their phones. Cesar and Monse softly nodded. "2013; we were kissing pavement all night. Caught in a drive-by. That night, we lost our candy and perhaps our innocence."
