OCTOBER 31ST, 2019.
HALLOW’S EVE BALL, @VIXEN NIGHTCLUB.
The Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina was the spookiest show Amanda had binged in a while, and Sabrina Spellman’s costume the easiest to put together by searching through her closet. All she had to do was buy a plain black headband and a silver color shampoo that would light up her golden locks into a cooler, almost white tone. Whether said tone transformed her late-twenties self into a teenager instead of the old evil queen hag from Snow White, though, was up to each’s discretion. But at least, she thought, she could avoid wearing a wig in a closed space buzzing with life. Who had time for an itchy, sweaty skull when they wanted to dance and drink their butts off? Smart, right? Except, she ended up wearing a fucking coat in the middle of a nightclub, midst the warmest autumn Wilmington had seen in years, and couldn’t even afford to take it off because it was the signature clothing that tied the whole look together. “I need…four, maybe five more of those drinks to forget I’m a fucking fool who overdressed the one day almost everyone else is proudly underdressed. And then a couple more to rip my love for Halloween off my chest and just take off the damn coat.”
Bexley couldn’t help but snort out a laugh at the other’s comment and the raw honest that was unfortunately too true in this world anymore. “Personally, I think your costume is spot on and I appreciate the effort entirely, being as one who loves a good costume myself. The trick to Wilmington Halloween’s is finding the right place a good costume would be appreciated, this fucking town sponsored party is not the place”, she sighed, tugging on the hem of her white greek inspired dress as if to make a show. “Light, flimsy, wont piss me off when some dick spills a drink on it. And the same medusa costume I’ve been throwing on for these town events. Its the classic throw away costume”, Bex knew the other probably didn’t give two shits about it, but that was the spirit of reckless drinking right?