#*gunner

“You look great, but you should’ve gone with the Elton John look. This is a total cop-out, whether you like it or not,” she teased, peering up at her partner for the night’s festivities. Despite their overstuffed closets filled with secrets they hid from the world and each other, Becca felt safe with @gunnerissdunn​, easily marking him down as one of her closest friends. She had her arm linked with his, her jewelry-clad fingers carefully pressed against his muscled arm for security and comfort. “This is...not what I was expecting, but at the same time, so much worse,” Becca scoffed, peering at the crowd of costumed guests, judging every synthetic wig and polyester get up she saw without reservation. Her introverted nature rose up as well, the many sights and sounds threatening her reserve of social energy. “Honestly, I’ll be satisfied after a lap or two around the place and maybe a drink if they’re up to par. I didn’t put this entire costume together for it to not be seen by every eye in the vicinity. Sound good?”