#codhalloween

The party was in full swing by the time she arrived. Mummies, Superheros and the odd grotesque Zombie were mingling on the dance floor, sipping on drinks and snapping photos at every opportunity as the venue was decorated from floor to ceiling, causing your jaw to drop the second you walked in. Cecelia knew how to throw a party, there was no doubt about that.

Xyla rested her arms on the bar, waiting patiently for the bartender to return with her drink - some festive concoction with a name she didn’t bother trying to remember - when she heard a familiar voice from behind her. Turing on her heel, she peered up at the individual, her eyes narrowing as she took in their costume.

“Ever consider incorporating glitter into your everyday makeup routine? Because you could really pull off that whole 80′s rockstar meets and mermaid thing,” She teased, the edges of her lips curling up into a smirk as she teased her friend. “But this is cute too,” Xy continued, a hand reaching out to touch the material of their costume. @codstarters​

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Yaz made a beeline for her new friend, grinning wildly as she expertly balanced four glasses of various spooky cocktails in her hands. Years of odd jobs waitressing had trained her for this morning. “Okay so I couldn’t decide which ones to choose,” she placed each cocktail in front of Eleanor as she spoke, “so I figured, ‘fuck it, it’s Halloween, why not all of them?” The glasses were all varying sizes and colours, some looking far more appetizing than the rest. “You choose which one you wanna try first.”

It’d been years since she dressed up for halloween--or at least worn something other than her scrubs to hand out candy to kids. She’d spent hours on the internet looking for quick costumes she could throw together, and she ended up dressing as a superhero. Her hair wasn’t nearly as dark as the Scarlet Witch’s was, but she had the outfit down. Hopefully people would get it. Halloween was her birthday, but her parents were usually working. So, she never had dressed up as a kid. She never brought up her birthday, though. It was just another day. After grabbing two drinks from the bar, she handed one out to Logan. “A bit of a change of pace from coffee, but I hope you like it.”

“Hello, handsome,” Ellie spoke as she moved up behind the younger Caine, arm wrapping around his shoulder as best as she could. “You’re looking like a snack and I could just eat you up.” Ellie partially teased as she bumped her hip against Logan’s. “Are you lucky enough to have your own Scully roaming around here? If not -- if you told me about your costume, I totally would have matched you.”

“Hey, Mr. Ken,” Harlow spoke as she slipped to the side of the male, elbow gently tapping his arm a few times. “For some reason, I would have never pictured you in something like this, but hey... it words.” She told him as she quickly eyed his costume. “I’m only going to assume that you’re matching with the girlfriend?” She questioned with a tilt of her head and a raised eyebrow. “Hopefully you’re packing more than the actual Ken Doll.”