closed starter for @leylayilmz location: golden hour beach bar
It was late into the night, and Callum had drunk far too much. The Hercules costume had become a jumble of pieces he had collected throughout his night. He had borrowed a wig from a Barbie, some glasses from a Thelma, and a tail from Gen tucked into the waistband at the back of his shorts. The young father was letting go for a night, and apparently, after a few drinks, he couldn't resist a fun prop.
The DJ was playing some spooky playlist from Spotify; he was sure of it, but that didn't stop him from dancing away. He spotted Leyla and spun her around just as the song changed. Callum grinned and pulled her into a tight embrace, "Leyla! What's the story?" He asked excitedly, slipping back to Irish phrasing in his drunken state. An arm stayed around her shoulders as he guided them to the bar for a long overdue shot with his best friend. "Well, Queen. How's your night going?" He asked her, leaning on the bar top. "Two shots of tequila and two of those themed cocktails, please!" Callum yelled, not even stopping to ask her. If she didn't want them, more for him.
