Page 105 of Rebel Revenge

“Cowboy for Vaughn.”

Vaughn shrugged. “That’s not so bad. I could pull off a sexy cowboy.”

I spun the costume around in delight. “Sexy indeed. The chaps are assless.”

The look of horror on his face gave me great satisfaction.

Until he took out a poofy pink fairy-tale princess-style dress and held it up in my direction. “Oh, this is so yours, Roach.”

Kian grinned wickedly. “The tulle! The beads! The…pink!”

“I hate everything about you both.”

Kian just slung an arm around my neck. “Just joking. We get you never grew out of your emo stage.”

I elbowed him in the ribs. “My look is not emo!”

He laughed, clearly finding himself amusing. “That Paramore T-shirt you’re wearing says otherwise.”

“From the man who probably has a Celine Dion tour shirt in his closet.”

His mouth dropped open in mock outrage. “You went through my room?”

Fang, clearly sick of our shit, held up a Batman costume. “Mine.”

Vaughn glanced his way, fingers pausing on the rack of clothes. “Would have picked you as a Thor, personally. All that long blond hair…”

I would have too, but there was a clear reason Fang could not go to that party dressed as Thor. “Thor doesn’t wear a mask. Leonn knows Fang’s face. Batman is a better choice.”

“Dibs on the Joker then, since I don’t need to cover my face.” Kian pulled it out and held it up against himself.

I chuckled at Vaughn. “I guess that means Robin is all yours.”

“No way. You just said you hate a guy in tights.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Assless-chaps cowboy is still available.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’m Robin.”

I nodded in approval. “Go try them on then. Make sure they fit. We do not need to get to the night of the party and have to drape a sheet over one of you and call you a ghost because you split the ass in your pants. None of you are exactly standard sizes.”

Fang and Kian were both a lot bigger than the average man. Not only tall but solid. Vaughn was slimmer but also over six feet.

I probably looked ridiculous standing in the middle of them. All five foot nothing of me, surrounded by big guys.

Can’t say I was complaining though. None of them seemed to be either.

“Which one are you choosing?” Fang asked as the others went inside the changing room.

I shoved him after them. “You’ll see.”

I picked up two costumes I’d been eyeing, knowing one wasn’t suitable since there was no face covering, but I had other plans for it.

From behind the changing room doors came the rustle of men shedding clothes for their costumes and Kian and Vaughn bickering about the Halloween they’d worn the same costume. Both thought they’d worn it better.

Fang was quieter, and my excitement grew as I shed my own clothes in the little cubicle and slipped into the combination of leather and lace.

A biker girl costume. A kinda slutty one.

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