#starcspooky

“This champagne ain’t exactly subtle, is it?” Anna smiled and took another tentative sip, grimacing before the bubbling liquid even hit the back of her throat. She’d never been a huge fan, but she didn’t want to give anyone the impression she couldn’t hold her liquor. That couldn’t be further from the truth. “Or I guess m’just spoiled.” She’d taken up the glass because it looked fancy and certainly matched her outfit. There were plenty of cheap 1920s flapper costumes roaming about, but Erik had made sure that she looked like a some wealthy heiress who'd stumbled out of a time machine. 

This wasn’t the sort of event she’d ever been remotely interested in attending, but it was certainly better than a carnival. A lesser evil, even if the decorations were just as garish and tacky as she’d expected. Dressing up in a costume seemed felt juvenile - especially since many seemed to expect that she and Scott would have some sort of theme. Given that his choice. was Indiana Jones, she had no idea what they expected her to be.

She’d chosen something that was perhaps a bit too obvious: the white witch, straight from the pages of The Chronicles of Narnia. “While I applaud their creativity, I think I’ve also lost my appetite,” she said with disdain, eyeing the platter of bloody finger hot dogs.

At six o’clock sharp, two sets of double doors open, admitting guests into the ballroom at the Vista hotel. Just beyond the door, Police Commissioner Jim Gordon stands outfitted as Sherlock Holmes to greet people as they enter. A sign behind him indicates where admission will be collected and that all other donations to the SCPD were welcomed and appreciated. In smaller print, it informs guests that a brief address by Mayor Harvey Dent is slated for later in the evening.

The ballroom itself is sectioned off and outfitted for various purposes. Multiple long tables sit against one wall, filled with various themed foods (ranging from the nearly-grotesque limb shaped meats to cutesy white chocolate dipped strawberries styled as ghosts). A dining area decorated with pale white pumpkins, cob webs, and spiders is arranged nearby, complete with the occasional skeleton occupying a seat. The bar situated in the corner offers a special menu of Halloween appropriate drinks and shots: Witch’s Brew, a Candy Corn layered drink, bright red Jell-O shots served in plastic syringes, and something alarmingly referred to as a Brain Hemorrhage.

Elsewhere, items up for bid during the silent auction are listed. Selection ranges from vacation packages to curiosities and oddities donated by a few local museums and collectors, and even includes a painting of the Star City skyline provided by Steve Rogers. The dance floor and area for games (which houses something clearly labeled Kissing Booth) takes up what space is left. Monster Mash plays merrily over speakers as guests enter.