“Admittedly, I’m a sucker for dressing up,” Tess began, brushing down the yellow tartan of her two-piece suit, her Clueless dreams fulfilled by the harrowing festival of Halloween. “--but I much prefer Christmas to Halloween! There's so much more cheer.” A fluorescent bubble of gum expanded from her lips, a burst of laughter cutting it short and sending it popping against her lips, finger twisting the synthetic blonde of her wig. “Okay! Here’s your starter for ten -- what’s the best Halloween movie?”














