Starter (Irina x Jesse - Halloween)
“Sure you don’t wanna buy one of these?”, Timofey asked the Russian princess.
“Let me see, a 2 dollars mask that’s probably made with plastic and other cheap materials and has been tried on by many of these fuckers. No, thank you”, she huffed in response, adopting her usual crossed-arms pose that reflected she was done with this Halloween party in the center of the city.
“Come on, Irina, you are not even wearing a costume. Maybe get one of this, look, you can be a hot zombie girl”, her boyfriend insisted, moving the mask in the air to try and convince her.
“Touch me with that and I’ll make you eat it, Timofey”, she barked at him. “Where are the others?”
“Well..., they said you were... in a very special mood so they decided to go around the carnival on their own. They are probably doing the Dark Ride”.
“Cool. So we can get the fuck out of here”.
Before the young man was able to stop her, she signed the two bodyguards who were watching her from a few meters away. Irina was clear in her orders: they were expected to guard her to the bathroom and wait for her outside.
She damned herself for having to pee in this nasty hole. Used to the maids keeping her bathroom perfectly clean at the Tarasov mansion, the constrast with this place was simply horrendous and she had to pinch her nose to stand the disgusting smell coming out of one of the tiolets.
While washing her hands, a notification rang on her phone:
[message from Pup]: I’m at the Dark Ride with the rest.
[message from Slut #1]: Too scared to come with us? Even Timofey is here
Irina huffed again. She considered leaving with the bodyguards and going back to her comfy bed but she wasn’t going to let her ‘friend’ start talking shit about how much of a coward she was.
She looked around. There wasn’t any paper to dry her hands. Great. She tried to fix her outfit looking in the mirror but from how dirty the glass was, the expensive pink skirt and pink top weren’t even recognizable. Annoyed, she left the bathroom just to stumble across a person in black. She looked up: the man was extremely tall and he was wearing a mask. One of the 2 dollar ones?
“Move, you freak”, she barked at him, pushing at his stomach to pass him by.
Once with the bodyguards again, she notified them the change of plans. God, how she hated having these babysitters. But her father would never let her out without them. Luckily, once at the Dark Ride, they didn’t get to hop into one of the train wagons. She looked around, trying to locate Timofey and the rest. Where the fuck were they?
The person in charge of introducing the Ride was starting his speech and she couldn’t locate them. It was when it finished that she spotted the group outside, clearly laughing, and her stomach turned into a tight knot at the mere thought of them having pranked her to get into one of these repulsive wagons.
Irina was about to leave but before she could stand up, a person sat down next to her on the left passenger seat. She looked up to see their face and if things couldn’t get any worse, she found the mask of the bathroom freak.
Then the security bar dropped and the train started to move into the haunted house. How was she supposed to get down?
Well, too bad she didn’t listen to the instructions speech.