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[halfscarlet]

Billy has absolutely no delusions; he can hardly imagine living up to any of Chris's parties, but he's still going to try to throw the best party he can for Tony

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[turnedtoproust]

Lecherous though man may be, Scripps feels as though attending a costume in a costume designed to highlight certain aspects of himself (certain sexual aspects) would be a bit of a sin, in itself. Then, he doesn't feel terribly creative in the one he has chosen. He's got a cassock and the collar on, acting all the part of the priest that Dakin so insists that he is.

If nothing else, perhaps it will allow him for several Thornbirds jokes over the course of the evening. And, remorseful as he is to admit, he is rather hoping this earns him a point or two with the man upstairs.

[halfscarlet]

The wig is starting to get a little hot and itchy, but Billy weathers through it; he's fought in spandex and still loves his tattered red cloak, wearing a wig for the sake of Halloween is easy.

He's been making the rounds, delighted at the variety of costumes and enthusiasm from his guests. Seeing Scripps, he gives the back of his wig a good scratch and heads over, tulle skirt flapping away with every step he takes. "Glad you could make it!"

[turnedtoproust]

Scripps presses his lips together, terribly bemused as he takes in the boy's costume. He tips his head to the side and clears his throat before gesturing outwards with a single hand. "You look -- unexpected," he confesses.

[halfscarlet]

Billy grins, bright and unabashed. "That's totally what I was going for. That, and Madonna spans all ages and sexes."

[turnedtoproust]

"Madonna also gives me nightmares," Scripps confesses with a theatrical chill that runs roughshod all over his body. It's difficult to display with all the layers, so he really goes to town and makes the vicar's robes shake. "Young man, though I may be, there are far sexier women out there than ones crawling on their knees in cones, equating fellatio to prayer."