#@casper

Passed out in the front yard four houses over from the college party she’d been attending, Barbie was sprawled out across the grass, snoring loudly. The bunny ears of her costume hung off to the side next to a pile of puke --- where her previously styled hair that took a good chunk of her Halloween to finish laid in. In her hand, her phone, lit with the drunken conversation she’d had with Casper. She may have been drunk, passed out, but what she’d texted to the boy was true. She’d felt sick and wanted him to take her back to the house.

Barbie: whreE U AT

Walking out of the bathroom on the second story with an over-sized bathrobe on and a towel wrapped around his head, Leo was making his way down the hall towards the stairs when he noticed something peculiar. From the corner of his eye, the tyke spotted what looked to be someone huddled up on the floor of a sorority room. With furrowed brows, he approached the open room --- though upon realizing it was Casper, an amused grin spread across his features. Crouching down before his opposite, the small spirit reached out and began poking the other male, trying to wake him up.