“I hate costume parties…”
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Lacey swirled her cranberry vodka and offered an exaggerated eye roll. “It’s not a real party when you’re at a bar. It’s just a costume excursion.” As if to prove her point, she adjusted the neckline of her dress. She went the traditional route with her look– she had a number of nurse outfits for infiltration purposes, so all she had to do was pick the sexiest option, then bumped up that sex factor. Her look was, by far, the one of the least original in the drunken crowd. Drink specials made for a packed house.
She bumped his hip. “Allow yourself to have fun every once in a while. How often are we able to go out these days?” Never was the only answer. “You don’t have to be a sourpuss. It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone that you feel anything other than grumpy.”
