i promise we're not mean

“Please, giving me more compliments. You know how I love to hear about how amazing I am. What are you thinking of being, anyway? Like, do you have any options?”

“aw, babe. it’s our first halloween together. aren’t you excited?” he said, acting all loved up and reaching for her hand. “alright, i’ll do my pal hughey. this should be cool.” alex nodded. he was a huge fan of group costumes and now just needed to let other people know what he was gonna do to have more people to match with. “are you sure you don’t wanna be one of my playmates? you’d look pretty cute with bunny ears.”

if they were anywhere else, lynette would probably grimace at the touch of alex’s hand on her own. however, they aren’t anywhere else. they’re in public, at a restaurant as one of their planned dates for the week. so, she begrudgingly intertwines their fingers together. “i’d rather be his dead corpse than one of your playmates,” she answers flatly through a sickeningly fake smile at him. “besides, i already know someone is being a playboy bunny. i’m not going to be caught dead matching anyone else. not even as a dead corpse.”

  "does it seem like i want company right this second?“ asked alessandra, her fingers playing with the shot glass before her. she barely even looked up even when she heard them sitting beside her. her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth and she went to knock back the shot before her,” i am not working so i don’t need to be friendly, i just wanted a drink.“ she probably should have just gone home but instead there she was, doing a few shots with the money she had just earned.

“i actually don’t think that would be such a bad idea.” he started to consider it. maybe it would give them a good image to match. but on the other hand, he wanted to enjoy a bachelor halloween. “okay…wait for it.” he grinned and drummed on the table, “i was gonna go as the joker but then the hugh hefner thing happened and i kinda wanna go as him. i’m still between those two. what are you wearing?”

“you’re kidding, right? it’s not happening. we can take one photo together at the party, maybe two, just to post and show how much fun we’re having spending our first halloween as an engaged couple. but that’s it. understand?” she pauses to consider alex’s options, pursing her lips. “go as hefner. it will make me look hotter in our pictures together leaning on you or something. what i’m wearing is only to be revealed at the party.”

“ are you k i d d i n g  me ? ” the incredulous look on the tiny brunettes face would be practically COMICAL if she was anyone else — but somehow, here & now it’s intimidating. her perfectly groomed brow ARCHES at the other, waiting for an explanation to what exactly they had been thinking – as if they should know who she is. which in fact, they should ! her glare continues to wither towards the other, warm brown hues looking them up and down. “ i ASKED you a question. are you going to answer me ? i would if i was you. ”

“Whilst normally I would tell you that it is by being myself, I do not think I am going to reveal my secrets. With due time, Lyns.”

the blonde simply R A I S E S her shoulders in a shrug, curls falling down her back as she shrugs on a robe, the few minutes she has to break being e a t e n away by this random girls questions. “ i don’t know what i’m going to be — i think i work. and if YOU think i have enough time to listen to what people are going to be for halloween while i’m dancing, you’re even more OBLIVIOUS than everyone says you are. ”

“ oh — i’m being the person in CHARGE of all these dumb fucks. and i can let you in on a secret. the D A N C E R S are going to be dressed up too. and want another one ? no one CARES what you’re being. dress up as a slutty nurse or something - you’re not that special here. ” 

“don’t most girls just put ‘slutty’ in front of their costume’s name and leave it at that ?” leila had questioned. immediately, she added, “not that I really care, but is that still a thing in 2017 ? I heard some girls talking about being a slutty nurse or slutty vampire but.”

“unfortunately, yes, some still do. nurses and vampires are so mundane... i’m glad to hear that. thank you for being one of the only useful people to me so far in this investigation.”

“what? so we can match?” 

“well, initially i was wondering so i wouldn’t match with any of the other women, but now that you mention it, i certainly don’t want to match with you either. so, tell me.”

whether he’s impressed or shocked by lynette’s actions, he’s not entirely sure. but beau decides he’s probably a bit of both when he realizes his mouth is agape in a half smile. when lynette comes back around with that winning smile and the wagging brow, he can’t help but shake his head in disbelief. that same, stupefied smile is still printed across his lips and each time he tries to shake it off, it only grows in size. when she’s within reach, he gives her a mocking round of applause. “you have the moves, lynette,” he says, “i really underestimated you.” beau unbuttons the cuffs on his sleeves and rolls them up to his elbow. as he does this, he casually mentions that the group costume idea may be about that new movie that just came out. he’s not entirely sure what it’s called, nor does he care, but this information is boring to him now. leaning over the counter, his face only inches away from her own, beau takes the phone from her hand. too excited to notice the distance, or lackthereof, between them, beau looks up at her, his face illuminated from the soft glow of the screen, “listen, i’m thinking we can take this trick even further.” his eyes gleam wicked in the blue light, “but you might already know what i’ve got in mind.”

“which every girl does,” she said, before taking a sip of her drink. “i mean, let’s be real, last year so many girls showed up to the club in the same exact outfit, i wouldn’t be surprised if they confused themselves.” she mused. “well, im glas i have your approval, Lyn.”

“it’s not that i can’t hold my alcohol. it’s that sometimes i go a little overboard, but — that was really only one time and it was because some guy told me i couldn’t take seven tequila shots in a row.”

“don’t be like that, lyn. i’m just trying to have a good time,” she shrugged, rolling her eyes. “you don’t have to be my hair holder either because i’m not going to throw up this time.” she said confidently. 

“i’m only doing it cause it’s easy to do and it’s sexy as hell. plus, i don’t want to be like every other basic bitch that’s gonna show up with a bunny tail or cat ears.” she laughed. “i mean seriously if you don’t own black lingerie and heels are you even a girl?”

beau really doesn’t want to smirk– but his lips are already pulling into that stupid, lopsided grin of his– and he can’t help but try and hide it behind his glass, “well, halloween is about trick or treats, right?” his smile widens as he leans closer, “i want you to give that guy over there–” he discreetly points to a gentleman by the jukebox, “– a trick. you can decide the rest.” entertained, beau leans back with a pleasant glow surrounding his face, “are you down?”