It's almost Hallowe'en, and we're going to a costume party at a downtown bar. There are two bands playing, and you know a couple of the guys in one of them. We're meeting a few other people there, and we've decided to stay overnight at a hotel, so both of us can have fun and not worry about driving. Plus . . . a night alone in a hotel, with ensuite bathroom . . . oh, the possibilities!!!
We check in and get changed into our costumes. You have no idea what we're dressing as - once you were certain I wouldn't dress you as Big Bird, you gave me carte blanche. Heh heh. I help you change first, and you look extremely sexy and dashing as a high seas pirate.
And then I tell you I need to go get ready, so you sit on the couch and pour yourself a vodka and Coke Zero. You know I don't wear much makeup, so you are pretty surprised when I emerge in a towel to grab something from my bag with my hair all wild and loads of green & black eyeliner, mascara, and berry stained, shiny lips. "Don't look, I'm not done yet," I tell you, slipping back into the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, I finally come out, not too sure if the costume I picked is okay. Maybe it's a little over the top . . .but you seem to like it. So much so, in fact, that you start kissing my neck and down to my breasts . . . my rather exposed breasts . . . and start to undo the corset.
"Not now! We're already late, honey, and do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to lace up right? Let's go". You finish your drink, I finish mine (it was in the bathroom with me as I was getting ready, and I start laughing as I realize that you have gold glitter dust all over your chin and lips from kissing my breasts. "What's so funny?" you ask. "Oh nothing," I say. Let's see if anyone connects the dots!
It's already pretty packed when we get there. We find our friends and order some drinks. I plan on getting buzzed, but not totally drunk - a little more than malleable, a little less than my 40th. So . . . maybe no tequila! Several drinks later, you are nowhere to be found. I've been dancing, I knew you were chatting with the drummer between sets, and that's the last I've seen of you. Oh well, I know you can't be too far.
I tell Sonia that I'm just going to the bathroom in case you come back & are looking for me, and head to it. There's a big line at the regular ladies room, but I remember the one that's hidden in the back room at the top of the stairs - there's a single men's and a single ladies. Score!! Occupied, but no lineup. The second band is playing and it's pretty loud, a sea of people, but they aren't as good as the front room band.
