Thread: Halloween on a Haunted Hill [Lady Grimoire x Acitar]

The invite to Stacy's party was a bit of a shock to Miles to put it mildly, it had been the first party he had been invited to that didn't count childhood parties with cake and balloons but an actual party party. He hadn't really known what to make of it at first, thinking it was possibly some kind of trap or set-up leading to him being the target of some cruel prank, given he was the one most people ignored or picked on. Apparently almost everyone had gotten one though, most more upstanding people or those with some integrity binned them given Stacy had something of a reputation that he hadn't really considered at first, then a few days passed and he considered it, given it was a Halloween party he'd be in costume and if he made the right choice in that no-one would even know it was him in the first place. The location left something to be desired but he guessed Stacy was really pushing the Halloween theme to absolute breaking point, some creepy house located far enough outside of town and with enough of a spooky location to really play up and scares or thematic decor. Then again given that Stacy was not only apparently someone of a particularly high carnal appetite and having that matched only by her apparent wealth he imagined she didn't really want for anything at any time. He spent the days leading up to it putting together a decent if simple costume to fit the theme but also to keep him from being an obvious target for the kinds of people he usually tended to avoid, hoping the concealment and almost masquerade type nature of the event may bring him some luck. His short, ruffled brown hair, bright grey eyes and lightly freckled face complete with thin rimmed spectacles were concealed by the dark hood, his hands were also covered by 'skeleton' gloves to complete the effect and it gave him a small ounce of confidence simply because no-one would know who he was, hopefully. A grim reaper was what he had settled on though the black hooded robe was so heavy and thick that he found it stifling even in just a pair of shorts and t-shirt beneath it. A wooden and plastic scythe completed the effect and he like many others on the night in question headed out to the manor in the woods. Something about the place set him on edge, a general feeling of something being wrong that he couldn't quite put his finger on but that persisted like an itch you can't scratch. Sadly for Miles the party went about as he expected and he'd not accounted for one critical thing leading up to his decision to even come along in the first place, what the hell was he even going to do? He'd been here for about an hour, Stacy had been taking people upstairs apparently since before he even arrived and despite him secretly hoping to be one, deep down he knew he wouldn't be. Sitting himself in one corner not far away from the bar he sat sipping the punch despite everywhere around him people in costume were engaging in various states of foreplay. He had pretty much decided to finish this drink before just leaving before his disappointment crushed him completely, he felt like an idiot for believing anything at all would happen, even as his eyes landed on a woman at the bar, her costume was a little, different the to cheap make-up vampires and cliche schoolgirls, in fact it looked professional in it's application. Her skin had been painted to look like scales of some kind in places, matching eyes of a serpent, probably contact lenses he imagined but like most costumes the women were wearing here. It was skimpy and whilst he looked his confidence of lack thereof turned his gaze back down toward his glass, resigned toward simply leaving any moment his distant hopes for the party somewhat dashed even if deep down he knew. It was a long-shot from the start.