MEMENTO MORI [Billy Hargrove] UNDER RECONSTRUCTION !!!

Beasts of the Southern Wilds

BLACK CHIFFON swept over gentle curves as Alec and Nova parked a few blocks down from Tina's house party. Her curly hair was relatively tamed by gel and hairspray to sit in wider curls that framed her thin face. She had used a very pale foundation to give herself a paler complexion along her face, neck, and chest as well as to cover up the nasty bruise that Billy gave her during their basketball game. Thick mascara lengthened her lashes beneath smoky eyeshadow complimented by a slash of cherry red lipstick. She was smart enough not to wear heels to a party that involved alcohol, but she did buy a pair of sleek black flats to match her strapless dress.

"Who am I supposed to be again?" Alec grumbled as he climbed out of the car, tugging at the camouflage jeans of his costume. His entire outfit was bought at the army surplus shop in town; a sandy brown tank beneath a black vest to mimic the body armor shown on the action figure, kneepads and black boots completed the look. If you didn't know any better you would mistake him for a proper soldier.

"You're Roadblock, the main character in G.I. Joe." Nova smirked at her brother as she tugged down the hem of the slick black dress she had slithered over her body a few hours ago.

"And you are?"

"Betty Boop, Alec. Keep up." They moved up onto the grassy lawn, a riot of teenagers herded around someone who was flipped upside down over a massive keg as boys counted up the time they had been doing the party trick. Alec slid by his sister with a low whisper that he was going inside where it was warmer and had freer alcohol. She lightly nodded as she watched the upside down person chug and maintain balance with almost perfect form.

"Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-two..." Wait a second, she recognized those jeans. "Yeah! Forty-two! We got ourselves a new Keg King!" Howled Tommy H. as the upside down drinker landed on his feet, flicking his golden curls back as he spit beer foam into the air, the frothy liquid gliding down his throat and down his bare chest and he reveled in the chanting of his name.

"Billy! Billy! Billy!" The crowd went nuts for his little trick, Nova standing amongst the inebriated teens with a smug smirk at his ease to impress these kids. Throwing out his arms, he shouted at the skies at the top of his lungs.

"That's how you do it, Hawkins!" He turned in a slow circle as the teens continued to chant his name. His hazy gaze caught those gorgeously inhuman eyes he dreams about now. Sliding between chanting teens, he painted on a smile and slid a wide hand around her hourglass waist.

"Baby! You made it!" His tongue skimmed sensually over his lips, a few pearlescent bubbles slipping off the corner of his lips to slide down and off his jawline to blend away with the rest of them on his chest. "I take it your handler couldn't stay mad." Nova smiled and winked at him.

"Of course not. Who could stay mad at this face?" She held her index fingers to the middle of her cheeks where dimples usually are on people when they smile. Billy hummed lowly and drooped his lashes as he leaned down closer to her height.