#bearcreekevent02

He'd played a version of the game before, however in that version it was obvious why getting tails was a bad thing. But the instructions for this game eluded to the "bad" portion possibly being a straight shot of liquor rather than a mixed drink. "I'm really failing to see how getting a straight shot of tequila is a bad thing. Is it my favorite thing? Nah, I'd absolutely rather have a shot of whiskey. But it gets the job done, so I'm not complaining." Jackson put the instruction card down, an amused smirk on his face. "So, how about it? Feel like a round?"

Charlie sipped on her drink, looking over the edge of her glass with a very questionable look on her face. Yes, bobbing for apples had somehow become a Halloween tradition, but it was one tradition she refused to participate in. Any other game she would gladly do, she would even go through the haunted walk-through despite her dislike for jump scares. But putting her face in a bucket of backwash? Absolutely not. "Are we sure this game is really sanitary? Looks like the quickest way to a cold sore if you ask me."

Kurt wasn’t exactly sure why he thought going through the haunted walkthrough actually carrying his mallet with him was a good thing. It was part of his costume, yes, but he should have known better. He wasn’t a big horror fan, if he were being honest. One too many viewings of The Blair Witch Project and his ex-fiancé’s obsession with the damn Conjuring universe had definitely taken its toll. He didn’t hate horror movies per se, but he definitely wasn’t their biggest fan. He definitely didn’t watch them alone; usually only with someone who wouldn’t judge him too hard if he left half moon shaped markings in their arm while watching over the person’s shoulder. Depending on the film at least. Even so, though, he’d heard that the walkthrough wasn’t that bad so he thought he could walk through it by himself and be fine. He had been wrong. Admittedly most of it wasn’t too bad. Some of the stuff was just creepy (he had a thing about clowns and dolls, and it’s like they were fucking everywhere), but the fact that he couldn’t tell if the screaming was genuine people walking through and screaming out in fear or if it was a recorded effect for the added ‘spookiness’ made him uneasy. Logically, he knew people weren’t too far behind him so of course others could see him, but it still felt like eyes were on him everywhere he turned in this place, and that didn’t help either. To make matters worse, there were a few jump scares that had caught him way off guard - he wasn’t good with jump scares - and now he was on edge. Especially towards the end of the walkthrough. He had psyched himself out so bad that he nearly took someones head off with his mallet; they had jumped out from behind one of the animatronics as a joke, one that he didn’t take very well. He’d stopped himself at the last second, but he had scared the shit out of the person. He couldn’t apologize enough, and by the time he reached the end of the walkthrough he was damn near done with the night. He didn’t want to leave, really, the rest of his night had been fun, but he definitely needed a drink. Something stronger than wine, at first at least. Going over to the bar area, he ordered himself some shots of tequila as well as the largest glass of red he could get. “That should work to calm my nerves a bit,” he muttered to himself before thanking the bartender. Slamming down one after another of the three shots of tequila he had ordered, he let out a cough as he gasped for air before shaking his head a bit and swallowing hard through the burn in his throat. “Fuck me,” he cursed quietly as the bartender took the shots and poured him his glass of wine with a smirk on his face. “I hate the taste of tequila, but at least it’ll get the job done.” He thanked the bartender again, grabbed his mallet and his wine, and moved towards a nearby table to sit down for a bit; he could still hear the screams and feel his pulse racing every time he thought about the poor guy that had jumped out at him. What would possess someone to jump out at another person with a croquet mallet in his hand was beyond him, but he definitely needed to calm down a bit.

The shout of victory Dom let out as the ping pong ball sank into his opponent's last cup was perhaps a little too loud, but he couldn't really bring himself to care, practically jumping up in celebration where he stood. He was on a hot streak and had been winning each and every one of the last few games he'd played, so it was safe to say he was feeling pretty big-headed at the moment. "Damn, I just cannot be stopped tonight. Sorry, bud," he couldn't help boasting just a little, shooting his opponent a sympathetic smile. Not wanting to kill his buzz, though, he decided to step away before someone could step up and beat him, whisking away one of his still remaining cups of beer from the game as he did so. Thank god that, even though he'd kept winning, the various cups of beer he'd still had to drink were keeping him warm - something that the very few pieces of clothing he was wearing were definitely not helping with. Unfortunately, it was probably because of said drinks, that he quickly stumbled into another nearby body as he left the game, the beer sloshing messily out of the cup on impact. "Shit, sorry," he was quick to apologize. "Did that spill on you?"

Amber had to give herself a pat on the back, honestly. Maybe she was getting ahead of herself, admittedly, but she felt like this had to be her cutest costume in recent years. She and Daria had already agreed to submit themselves for best couples costume, but Amber had half a mind to put herself in for fan-favorite, too. But, alas, she knew she had to give other people a chance to win, too. The only downer was perhaps that she'd been forced to station herself by the food, a slightly displeased sigh leaving her lips as she munched on a snack. "More people should see how cute I look, but, like... these games? Way too dangerous for my outfit. I mean, eyeball beer pong? Boozy bobbing for apples? No way am I opening myself up to getting stains on this outfit. Am I wrong?"

This was one of the rare nights that Olivia actually had the night all to herself. She'd taken Anya trick or treating earlier in the night - honestly, she was the best Wednesday Addams she had ever seen, and she really needed to thank Jules for doing such a great job on the costume - and then for the remainder of the night, the nine-year-old was spending the night at a friend's house for a sort of Halloween-themed sleepover. This night had been one of the best nights she had had in a while; she absolutely adored spending time with her daughter, but it was nice to be around adults too. On top of that, she absolutely loved Halloween and the horror genre. Raising Anya, she wasn't able to stay as up to date on the horror movie front since they usually watched family-friendly 'scary' movies, but she was genuinely enjoying the night. She'd gone to the scary movie trivia (and failed completely), and she had managed to come up with a list of scary movies that she absolutely had to find time to watch. The only downside to the night, though, was that she had forgotten how much it sucked wearing high heels, especially for long periods of time. Her feet were absolutely killing her. Finding somewhere to sit outside of the haunted walk-through, she let out a groan of relief as she momentarily pulled her spiked heels off and set them next to her to rub her feet. "My god, I hope whoever invented high heels is rotting in the deepest, darkest pits of Tartarus. The fact that I willingly chose this torture is just…apparently I'm a bigger glutton for punishment than I thought."

As soon as she heard that they had a Bingo game set up at the party, Daria was all in. Sure, she wanted to do some dancing and maybe she'd go through the haunted walk room at some point. But first, she wanted to play a game and after loading up a plate with some food from the buffet table, she headed towards the room with the games set up. "Oh Bingo, it is so on. Y'all are going down," she said out loud to those already sitting to play. She found a spot and picked out her cards, taking a bit of her pizza slice. "Mm, yes, this is the dream, right? Good food and a good game. Who said Bingo was for old people, this game is the shit." Smirking she happily placed a chip over a space that the caller shouted out.

Jeff had wandered alot through the Bash. Seeing a lot and watching as others played games or did the walkthrough. It all seemed fun but he was wanting to let go in another way. There was always the bar, but that could and would wait. He wanted something more freeing. It was then that he found the dancing. This was his style. Even if he could do all the proper positions and steps, he still liked to let loose and just dance at times. Not worrying about how it looked and just enjoying how it felt to let go.