the monster mash

[fabraymazing]

Who: Everyone!
What: Halloween Dance~
Where: McKinley High's...gym?
When: Saturday
Rating: With this group? Who knows!

Quinn had never really been a fan of Halloween - even as a child, she never saw the point. She never went trick or treating, never went to parties, and was never interested in scary movies. She spent her Halloweens either handing out

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[noeconomylove]

This was ridiculous. It was a high school dance, first of all, and secondly it was Halloween, which meant that most of the girls in their school (actually, all of them) would be wearing low-quality, high-grade slut attire that wasn't worth a fraction of the upper teens they shelled out for it. Vince was not a fan of high school dances - or high school, for that matter, if he was being honest - and he would have much rather stayed home to work on his outline for National Novel Writing Month, but no. He had to come wingman for Aiden, so that his friend could get laid. He was such a fucking saint, you had no idea

[getontopofthis]

"Put away your vagina for like three seconds and stop bitching you stupid bastard. You're as bad as Hall."

Aiden had opted to wear overtly expensive dress clothing in place of an actual costume, only choosing to throw a jacket over it with the words "Dr. Seymour Bush, OBGYN" embroidered on the breast. He straightened his tie, a smug smirk playing on his lips, as he leaned back in the chair he sat at, swirling around the red punch in the plastic cup.

"I have a personal goal, okay? Fifty bitches this semester. I'm at twenty five. This is easy pickings."

[noeconomylove]

They matched in their obnoxiously expensive outfits, with the distinction that Vince had chosen a well-fitting suit (at a price tag he wasn't willing to divulge, because if you had to ask, you didn't deserve to know) and a twenties-style hat. He wasn't anyone or anything specific, just a well-dressed, smooth talking man with an affection for good fashion and looking (and being) better than you - aka a twenties' gambler.

"No, you have a personal goal of an STD and/or child support. Suit yourself, your standards are lower than your GPA at this point."

[getontopofthis]

"Shut the fuck up, I am smart about that shit. No glove no love, bro. You know the drill."

Aiden tossed back a gulp of the disgusting drink before he took the cup from his mouth, aiming it at a particularly unfortunate girl.

"That's a fucking trainwreck." He said plainly.

[noeconomylove]

Vince just shrugged. He wasn't about to drink or eat anything that wasn't sealed and pre-wrapped in this place, and even then he'd think twice about it. And as far as the girls went, if they weren't on his list, they weren't worth pursuing. He didn't need crazy in his life, thanks very much.

"What, the two-sizes-too-small schoolgirl outfit doesn't do it for you?"

[getontopofthis]

Aiden smiled to his friend deviously. "I'm sorry to say that it isn't, but I'm sure she's available if you're interested." In an instant, Aiden let loose a loud whistle that sounded through the gym, causing the girl to look over. He ducked his head as she tried to make eye contact with the culprit, leaving Vince vulnerable, and burst into a fit of laughter.

"You're welcome."

[noeconomylove]

There was a split second where all Vince wanted to do was punch the shit out of his friend. (Aiden should be very grateful for the fact that he didn't.) Instead, he simply stared at the girl, holding out a hand and mouthing very clearly 'no', disdain and judgment written all over his face.

"Are you fucking for real. If she comes over here, I'm not fucking her. She's a whale."

[getontopofthis]

Aiden covered his mouth with the back of his hand, giggling uncontrollably as if he were some sort of child. He smiled at the girl apologetically, still fighting laughter.

"You don't know anything about anything. She is a catch...get it? Cos she's a whale? And...you know what, bro, fuck you. I am hilarious."