#halloweenbash.

Gareth leaned languidly against the varnished wood of the pool table, hip cocked against it and a cold Budweiser open in his spare hand. It was easier for him not to stress now that all their equipment had been set up for the show, better to move amongst the throngs of people than sit backstage and stew. 

A grinning skull mask had been pulled so it rested to the side and top of his head, a purple hooded robe denoting him to those who knew the show as He-Man’s arch nemesis, Skeletor. He ducked his head beneath the low-hanging Pabst Blue Ribbon lamps. He grabbed the person’s cue, rubbing the small square of blue chalk on the end for them.