#pippsqueaks

[bcysdontcry]

CLOSED STARTER for @pippsqueaks. SETTING / LOCATION: Halloween event at Faux Folie, outside.

It's about damn time that Silas gets to step outside of the nightclub and into the night air, having gone at least a solid two hours without a cigarette in his mouth and that just isn't acceptable to him.  A moment to himself and to drop his façade as less high-strung than he actually is, it doesn't actually last that long.  Soon enough, he realizes his smoke is blowing into someone's face, and he's instantly apologetic.

"Shit, mate, I'm so sorry.  I hadn't realized you were that close and getting lungfuls of my secondhand smoke," he says it with a sheepish expression and the hint of a smile, furthering his attempt at appearing friendly and as sorry as he feels.

"...Your costume isn't what I think it is, is it?" As if the man dressed as a jazzercise instructor has any business judging a Tedros costume.

[suspicioushospitality]

Location: Faux Folie Status: Closed, Pip ( @pippsqueaks )

"Are you gonna do shots with me, or just keep standing there making a face, pretending you don't think I look hot as a weird undead poltergeist?" Syd asks with arms crossed over his black-and-white striped chest. He could've easily found a 'sexy Beetlejuice' costume, but he'd gone for authenticity, and his hair was even dyed a greenish hue. Plus, layers. The jacket was gonna come off soon enough, either for dancing, fighting, or something else.

[theangellies]

Location: Faux Folie Status: Closed, Pip ( @pippsqueaks )

"Amanita muscaria? I hardly know 'uh!" Val is laughing, enough to snort, as a hand stays wrapped around one of Pip's arms. It's always at events that Val lets their femme side explode - a beautiful opalescent dress and its long kimono-like matching cover. The giant mushroom head sits almost like its meant to be perched on their head - the balancing act is so effortless, even as Val sips at a straw in their Halloween-themed cocktail. "But no, it's poisonous and psychoactive, don't eat them ever, yeah? Pretty, but scary." Val grins. "Are you dressed as a basketball player? Just a lucky guess."

[suspicioushospitality]

Location: Topwash Laundromat Status: Closed ( @pippsqueaks )

That fucker. That absolute fucker. He can see that tall asshole with the dumb handsome face through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the old laundromat. And he's holding a hamper. Syd contemplates ducking under the counter, crawling out through the back door, and abandoning ship. Let the customers sort out their own dry-cleaning.

But Syd is trying to be responsible, and not get fired for once. So his lips form a hard line as the little bell dings over the door, and he taps his hands on the counter a bit hard. He could just say nothing, but that's not really Syd's style. "You walk into the wrong place, babe? The funeral home's a few blocks down. Could've sworn you were fuckin' dead, after all."