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He hadn’t expected to be asked to go to the ball with anyone, assuming he would just go bug all his friends that did have dates during the course of the night, so Frankie asking him had completely caught the fae off guard.  He was happy to say yes, however.

“Hey, Frankie!”  He had wandered off to go say hi to one of his friends briefly before making his way back to her, grinning widely.  “Did you wanna monster mash with me?” He gestured towards the dance floor.  “I think everyone’s taking this too seriously with the fancy glamour.”

“Denver!” she called out as he made his way back over towards her. Her eyes widened in excitement as he asked her to dance, “Yes, yes, yes! And then we can raid the sweets,” she replied grabbing hold of his hand as she leaned towards him, her voice soft, her eyes filled with mischief, “They always take things too seriously, just means we need to have even more fun!”

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After a little bit of dancing and a whole lot of anxious pacing, Emilio could tell he had worked up an appetite. The werewolf had decided to stroll over to where all the food was (and secretly hoped that nothing looked too disgusting or realistic). He went to grab one of the ‘lady finger’ bread sticks when he accidentally bumped into someone next to him. “Aw shit,” he muttered. “Where are my manners? Ladies first, I insist.” 

“Jinkies!” she sputtered out at the collision, her character taking over for a brief moment before she let out a giggle, “Well if you insist!” and without another second thought she scooped some of the horror themed food out onto her plate, “Sorry I bumped into you...I’ve worked up an appetite and all I could think about was all this delicious food,” Sometimes Frankie talked too much, it was either a bad thing or an extremely good thing that she could speak as easily to everyone. “Oh my god,..mmmm,” she exclaimed after popping a piece in her mouth, “You have to try this!”

Denver’s entire face lit up, and he nodded excitedly, practically jumping with excitement.  “Okay, that sounds absolutely perfect - oh, and if you try to use your werewolfy powers to get ahead of me, I will absolutely cast a glamour so confuse you because I’m an extra sore loser if I’m not the one cheating!”

His excitement was contagious, it caused Frankie’s face to light up right alongside his. She threw her hands up defensively as she let out a gasp, “I would never! I like to win fair and square.” She rarely won, however. Frankie was a profound loser. “Count us down?”

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wren’s eyes lifted towards frankie’s, a sweet smile playing on her lips as she rubbed her hands together, a half-assed method of cleaning the charcoal off her fingers. by now they were permanently stained, black marks caked under her fingernails and seemingly living their. it’s the only reason she bothered to maintain any sort of manicure. “i don’t know,” wren almost huffed, knowing the sound would come out in a whine otherwise. “every time i look at it i can’t help but wonder if it’s missing something.” the page was nearly filled from corner to corner, and she was unsure if there was any room to add something. “am i being ridiculous?”

“It’s your artwork Wren, I wouldn’t say you are being ridiculous,” she chuckled as she moved to sit down opposite her friend, “If you think it’s missing something then it’s missing something.” Frankie’s artwork was her baking, she didn’t have much, if any experience with charcoal. “Hey, are you going to the ball?” Frankie asked her friend.

“They probably try not to stand out too much. It’d ruin the experience. Or something like that.” She giggled a little. Some people put so much thought into everything. Alaine was lucky if she thought about what to make for breakfast. “Oh no. Well in case you ever get lost in a maze if you keep your hand on a wall you’ll eventually get out, one way or another! Hmmm. How about you pick? I’m curious as to what you like.”

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“You want me to pick?” she asked, surprised that Alaine would give up her choice of food. “Um,” she bit her bottom lip as she debated on what she might like to eat, her belly grumbling as if to hurry her into a decision. “I’m fine with pizza! Does that sound ok to you?”

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“Loser pays all the winner’s food for today,” Rory said to Frankie with a slight grin on his face, as the two of them were at one of the game booths of the Harvest Festival. The more they were hanging out, the more she reminded him of his little sister. They bonded even more so when they were both wolves. It was nice, honestly. 

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“You are so on!” she answered with a bright smile on her lips, “But don’t be too upset when you lose!” Frankie found Rory to be that of like a big brother towards her. Something she enjoyed. “You want to go first?”

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trick or sweets always seemed to be wren’s preferred drawing spot, her free time spent in the little shop where she could plant herself at a table and focus. of course it helped that frankie worked there, the perfect company for the brunette to talk to while she smudged charcoal lines over the pages of her notebook and watched the subject matter unfold right before her very eyes. however, she felt stumped with this particular piece, the monster in it much darker than normal, her thick eyebrows pulling together in a look of concern and confusion as she tried to make it out. “hey, frankie?” she almost muttered, though her brown eyes lifted to locate her friend, lips twisting about almost nervously. “do you mind taking a look at this to see if it’s halfway decent? i’m not convinced.”

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Frankie loved that her friends came over to hang out while she worked, even if it was just to get sweets. “Yes?” she called out from behind the counter, she was setting up more cookies in the display. “I don’t mind at all, just give me just a second here.” Once she finished up she quickly made her way over to Wren, her eyes looking over the dark sketch that covered the page of her friend’s notebook, “It looks great to me, why aren’t you convinced? I think you are being too harsh on yourself again,” she smiled gently.

When Sam heard Frankies reply, the grin on her face immediately grew even wider. “Pretty sure they already look amazing!”, she replied, knowing the other was good at what she was going. In contrast to when Sam tried to bake anything. That usually ended up in disaster… “I’m great! Just finished a little set at the festival! Have you been there yet..?”, she asked before sitting down at the table where she had already placed her guitar case. “And you know that I never say no to cupcakes! Especially when you made them!”

“I have!” she exclaimed with a smile, “I had to work the booth and after my shift I did a little run through it. I didn’t get to see everything, have you gotten a chance to go yet?” Frankie rung up a couple of cupcakes and carried them over to a table, “I may have went through the corn maze a couple times, was totally afraid I would get lost in there, but somehow I managed the find my way out. You would’ve been proud of me.” Plucking one of the cupcakes off the plate she scooted the plate over towards her friend, “It’s your favorite.”

“Do I look like a fancy fae to you - wait don’t answer that,” Denver grinned at Frankie, shaking his head.  “While I may look extremely sophisticated, I’d take dinner at the pub over an expensive restaurant any day - but honestly, if I win?  We’re going outside of Halloweentown to get dinner.  I haven’t been out there yet, and this would be the perfect excuse.”

A giggle left Frankie’s lips as he told her not to answer his question. “Then if I win I choose the same thing so that either way we have to go outside of Halloweentown to get dinner.” She smiled lopsidedly at him, “Alright, “ she began as she did a little stretching to get ready for the race, “You ready? On go?”

“Yeah, I mean it does sound pretty fun when you think about it and there’s nothing wrong with getting your face painted in my opinion.”She said with a warm smile appearing on her lips. “I honestly don’t know what I’ll get done, I might have a think about it when going through the maze.”

Poop, she still wanted to race. Frankie was hoping she could’ve gotten out of it. “Alright, but if I’m stuck in there you gotta promise to come rescue me.” Frankie shouldn’t get lost, but one never knew. Surely the maze wasn’t that hard, after all kids had to go through it. “On the count of three?”

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Walking into the Trick or Sweets with her guitar on her back, Sam’s hands were still a little cold from having played her music outside at the town square for quite some time. But most of all - she was starving! Especially when she smelled all those delicious baked goods. She carefully placed her guitar next to one of the tables and gave the cashier a smile before turning her head towards the door she knew led to the bakery. “Please tell me you’re just finishing some more delicious treats back there…”, she called, simply hoping that Frankie really was in there and she wasn’t making a complete fool out of herself.

“Sam!” Frankie called out excitedly before bursting from the back to see her friend, “I was just finishing up a cake a client requested last minute..Doing some last minute touch ups on some of the others. They are being picked up in the morning. How are you? How have you been? Do you want some cupcakes? Let’s eat some cupcakes!”

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“Believe me. If I’m saying they’re bad, they’re bad.” Ozzie said, tapping one of his hearing aids with a wry grin. Remembering that not everyone appreciated that sort of humor, he cleared his throat. “The last two bands were just like this one, so my hopes aren’t high. They’re kids ripping off better sounding, but just as boring bands.”  Focusing through the sounds of feedback and crowd noise, Ozzie parsed out the woman’s words. “Good to know. Who knows, maybe I’ll find some boozy ghost somewhere. Cuz you said… Cider, floating around.”

Grimacing at the idea of these kids even knowing how to play Thriller, Ozzie made a face of distaste. “I’d tip them more not to butcher those songs. Not that Monster Mash is a genius song. I’d just hate to see them fuck it up.”

“I guess that’s every more reason why I should listen to your opinion.” she smiled back at him. “Can’t really expect too much, unless their is some hidden talent out there somewhere. Who knows? Maybe the next one will blow you away with how good they sound.” Frankie didn’t really expect too much from the kids given that it was a little festival. A laugh slipped through the blonde’s lips, “I did say that...do they float? Like really float? I can’t say I’ve been around too many ghosts. Have you seen one?”

“I think monster mash would be impossible to mess up...I know what they should play! The Cha cha Slide!! Get this crowd going! Right?” she smirked as she looked over at the man.

Denver groaned playfully, rolling his eyes.  “No pushing over people!  Jeez, and here I was gearing up to push over any child in my way,” he teased, grin still present on his face as he nodded.  “Alright, sure.  Fair enough - but what kind of supper are we winning?  One from one of the booths, or are we going in town for something fancier?  This dictates how truly committed I am to winning.”

The shock quickly washed away from her features as she noticed he was teasing her, the corners of her lips quickly pulled upwards into a huge smile, “Whatever our heart desires! If you desire something fancy then we can do that, IF you win.” Frankie thought she could manage to afford something on the fancier side if she were to lose, which chances are she would.

“Trust me it’s happened to me on more than one occasion .”She admitted ruffling her hair a bit. “Oh don’t worry, anything will be good for me. Face painting? I don’t think that I have done that in a long time so it sure sounds like a fun time. I think that you have got yourself a deal.”She replied with a smile appearing on her lips.

“Wait,” she sputtered, “Really?” She had been prepared for some spill about how they both were too old to be playing with face paint. “Ok! Awesome!” she squeaked out in excitement, “Let’s do this!” Already she was thinking about what she wanted painted on her face. “Do you know what you are going to get? I think I’ll get a tiger!”

“Hmm,” Denver eyed the maze, weighing the pros and cons.  Nothing was expensive at the festival, but no one liked accepting defeat at face value, either.  “You callin me a coward?” he teased, her bouncing causing the boy to bounce a little himself.  “Okay, yeah, sure - let’s race.  What’re the rules?  We have to stick to the maze that’s already laid out?  No pushing over other people in the maze?”

“Definitely no pushed over other people in the maze,” she replied, her eyes growing a little wide at the thought of either of them pushing someone aside just to win. “You weren’t planning on doing that were you? And no, we can’t forge our own path. I think we would get in trouble for that too. So stick to the lay out and don’t trample over people. Does that sound fair to you?”

Alaine kept her hand out towards the corn, making sure she didn’t get herself too lost as they continued running down their own paths. She was pretty quick but she also didn’t know how fast her opponent was so time was of the essence. Just when she thought she had been in there to long to come out on top she saw the exit and let out a small cheer before bounding out and looking for her partner. She didn’t have to wait long to see the woman following out behind her, looking a bit worse for wear. “Oh no, it couldn’t have been that bad could it?” Alaine couldn’t help but giggle softly. “They should have some spotters in there so you would’a been okay. Maybe you’ll do better next time!”

“Do you think so? I didn’t even notice any spotters,” But to be fair that made a lot of sense. Spotters for all the littles going through...or all the Frankies. Couldn’t very well have kids getting lost in the maze. “It was pretty bad. It was like there was dead end after dead end. I didn’t think I was ever going to get out of there...but I guess that makes me the loser so you get to choose your supper. What shall it be?”