[wii shopping music bassboosted]

[spelleton]

Who: Héctor, Avery, Valvatorez, Jailbreak, Grimm, Ekkehardt
What: Tacky clothing, tacky costumes, and Friendship Was A Mistake Actually
When: Mid-October at some point
Where: Soleil
Warnings: Characters getting drunk to varying degrees, I think? I'll warn for anything else as it comes up, if it does come up.
Notes: yeah

It's October, and as Soleil is absolutely in on the whole 'spooky supernatural thing', they tend to take Halloween a bit more seriously as an occasion than other towns might.

There's plenty of excitingly colourful clothing. Even better, there's plenty of excitingly colourful costumes, ranging from 'good' to 'somewhat decent' to 'unashamedly tacky'. The only real struggle is picking where to go, and who gets goaded/dared/pressured into wearing something awful first.

Comments

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail obligingly scoots over and holds up the flask for Hector.]

Wanna pull the clothes back over and see if we can scare the next poor bastard to come over?

[Why else hide inside a clothing rack, honestly.]

[unpocoloco]

Of course, I do!

[He tips that flask back, swigging. In the same instance, he's reaching out, pulling one side across. Then comes the other.

He nods appreciatively in the comforts of their new clubhouse.]

Definitely cozy. I like it.

[nor_iron_bars]

[She knew you were a man of class and taste, Hector.]

Sometimes, you just gotta be places people don't expect you to be.

[Also, it's nice to be in a small space that doesn't set off bad memories for her- it might be enclosed, but there's no solid walls to remind her of packed earth. But that's not something she sees the need to mention.]

[unpocoloco]

[Oh yes. Class and taste. That's what this is.

He snorts and passes the flask back.]

It is the season for that kind of thing, isn't it? With all this Halloween stuff.

[He waves a hand vaguely.]

[nor_iron_bars]

It's always the season for that if you're not a fucking coward.

[Just taking the flask and having a big swig of the blended hell abomination masquerading as a beverage in there. Her taste buds probably gave up complaining years ago.]

[unpocoloco]

Ay, yes. But right now it's extra special. Right now it's festive.

[He points and gives a pointed look.]

[nor_iron_bars]

Hey, you know me. I'm all about tradition.

[Sure you are, Jail. Sure you are.]

[unpocoloco]

The grand tradition of hiding in a costume store sale's rack, drinking vodka and bourbon! We shall have to keep up with it! Every year!

[He's being ridiculous. He's not even drunk.]

[nor_iron_bars]

[It's an academic question if Jail is or isn't, honestly. She's just as ridiculous sober.]

Future generations are gonna look back and thank us for this. It's a historic moment.

[unpocoloco]

Ay, I'll drink to that! Past it back, we have nothing to toast with.

[Unless they want to knock their knuckles together and say "clink".]