Halloween. We’re wearing half-assed costumes.
I’m SEX OFFENDER BATMAN. I have only the mask, with a sleazy trench coat.
You’re GUIDANCE COUNSELOR WONDER WOMAN; you have the tiara, bracelets and red boots, paired with a pencil skirt.
We go to a Pumpkin Patch scare maze out in the county before hitting the party.
Some dickhead Wolfman leaps out of the corn. I leap into action!
BIFF! SOCK! POW! OOF!
“Oh, fuck, sorry,” I say.
“It’s … alright,” Wolfman grunts, clutching his jewels. “Happens.”
You pull me into the corn, our giggles and squeals masked by the rest of the crowd.
