#hallowsevent

setting ;; hallows eve  who ;; @roswellstarters​

There had been a lot of things Laurie had worn, so he hadn’t expected any trouble with his Cher costume. That was, however, until he had decided to don the signature long black wig. Surprisingly, he had never donned a real wig for very long, outside of playing around with party city synthetic clown wigs and such. This one, however, was different. It was a lace-front, long and, more importantly, heavy. The longer he had it on, he was beginning to acquire a headache. Finally, he’d had too much and reached out to tap on the nearest person’s shoulder. “Do you happen to have any painkillers on ya?” he paused “That sounds worse than it should. I just mean like ibuprofen or something. Not looking to get high.” he chuckled, trying to cover the slip. 

It was early in the day before the Halloween event and Shiloh was perched on Chandler’s bed, watching her meticulously apply her makeup and fix her hair in the appropriate fashion for her costume. For years he had sat in this very position, watching his friend get ready for festivities he wasn’t allowed to attend. “For the gazillionth time, Chandler, I’m not dressing up. Just like I haven’t dressed up for the last ten years. “ he looked at her through the mirror “And if you pull out a pair of playboy bunny ears and tell me to be your white rabbit, I swear to god I will shove them up your ass so far you’ll be coughing up Hugh Hefner remains for weeks.”

If anyone had doubted Allie’s self-confidence level, they wouldn’t anymore after the gigantic man strode into the halloween festivities wearing nothing but an impressively skimpy fabric wrapped around his hips ( and some underwear he had to go into a rather suspicious looking store to find). Everything had been going fine and he had avoided all possible wardrobe malfunctions until he dropped his paper plate on the way to the trash. Never one to litter, he started to bend down to pick it up, only to realize that if he did so in the traditional sense, he may flash a rather sacred part of himself to the masses. Thankfully for him, he saw a familiar face waltz past in a bob wig  “Fletcher! Hey man, can you help me out? I want to pick this up but I need a human bodyguard for my ass hole, if you don’t mind.”

River was seated on the ground at the pumpkin carving station, surrounded by tree stump stools and decorative cobwebs to add a spooky, yet fun feel to the space. “So, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna go classic triangle eyes and...make some attempt at the jagged mouth look. I’ve never been good at this sort of thing though,” River laughed, looking up at their boyfriend and playfully tossing some pumpkin guts in his direction. “I really love that you decided to grab one of the weirdest shaped pumpkins I’ve ever seen. I guess depressed jack-o-lanterns need love too.” 

In truth, Halloween had been one of Shiloh’s favorite childhood holidays. While others would rant and rave about santa and reindeer and presents, he always preferred the revelry of black cats and ghosts and witches. As a youngster he would start brainstorming his next costume on November 1st, always striving for absolute perfection. However, peer pressure was a bitch, and as he had grown older and fallen into the crowds he’d fallen into, it was looked down upon to want to participate in such “childish” festivities. And, even more so, Halloween was the perfect night for crime and mischief. He hadn’t gotten to celebrate traditionally in years because he had always been roped in to something more sinister. Tonight had started out no different. However, this time Shiloh wasn’t having it. As his pal approached him about spiking some drinks at the festivities, seeing how many girls they could coerce into coming home with them, Shiloh had refused. Not only had he refused, but he had reprimanded his counterpart for even considering such an idea. The altercation had turned physical, and it wasn’t long after that a few swift punches by Shiloh had left his friend knocked out and dropped off at the door of the hospital. Shiloh could only hope they would keep him over night. 

“You look great, but you should’ve gone with the Elton John look. This is a total cop-out, whether you like it or not,” she teased, peering up at her partner for the night’s festivities. Despite their overstuffed closets filled with secrets they hid from the world and each other, Becca felt safe with @gunnerissdunn​, easily marking him down as one of her closest friends. She had her arm linked with his, her jewelry-clad fingers carefully pressed against his muscled arm for security and comfort. “This is...not what I was expecting, but at the same time, so much worse,” Becca scoffed, peering at the crowd of costumed guests, judging every synthetic wig and polyester get up she saw without reservation. Her introverted nature rose up as well, the many sights and sounds threatening her reserve of social energy. “Honestly, I’ll be satisfied after a lap or two around the place and maybe a drink if they’re up to par. I didn’t put this entire costume together for it to not be seen by every eye in the vicinity. Sound good?”