Page 14 of Costume Party Crush
Valle Granja Adult Costume Party
Admit One!
October 29
I blinked, then turned it over. On the back there was a bit of information about what the party benefitted, and something scrawled in brightly colored ink.
Hope to see you there. —Sean
I chuckled. Apparently I had made enough of an impression for him to send the ticket to the benefit party. Well, I hadn’t had existing plans, and a costume party could be a good chance to network.
I just had to figure out a costume.
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“What about this?” Justin asked, holding up what looked like a prom dress.
I blinked in confusion. “I’m looking for a costume, not… formalwear choices for a teenage girl.”
“Come on,” he said. “You’d rock it. Dye and shred it and go as some avant garde art piece.”
“I make art, not perform it.”
“It’s a costume party.”
“Still not my style. But go for it if you want. I’ll help you destroy and alter it.”
He held the dress against his chest. “I dunno if I could pull it off.”
I walked over and pinched it against his sides. “Eh, we could make it work.”
“What would I even be?”
I shrugged. “Does it matter? Just tell people you’re a threat to outdated gender stereotypes.”
Justin started laughing. “God that would piss people off.”
“Do it,” I urged.
“I might.”
“Good. Now help me look.”
Hangars clacked as I moved shirts along the rack, hoping that something would catch my eye.
“I still don’t know why we came to a thrift store to find you a costume,” Justin said from behind me.
“Because what’s the fun in getting something ready-made?” I asked. “Sure I could go as a sexy whatever, or I could have fun with it.”
“If you go as a sexy whatever, you at least might get a special treat at the end of the night,” he teased, emphasizing ‘special treat.’
I shiver ran through me. While I knew in my heart that I had a fated mate out there, it had also been some time since I’d last taken a knot, and a man has needs.
“That silence is more telling than you realize,” Justin jabbed.
“Still not happening.”
“Well you’re no fun,” he huffed. There was a pause during which a few more hangars clacked, then, “God, this is awful. Who would wear this?”
