The big poofy dress didn't make those stairs any easier. Yet she was still outrunning her beau. She looked back to see trailing behind by a few metres. "Will you hurry it up? We're already late and you're taking your sweet ass time!"
"Is it
my
fault you took as long as you did getting ready?! Is it
my
fault the pumpkin carriage encountered traffic?!" Andrew enjoyed teasing her like this. "Plus, doesn't the fairy tale say you're supposed to be late to the ball anyways?"
Stacy groaned and rolled her eyes as she scurried along the stone pathway to the mansion. "For the last time, I'm NOT Cinderella! I'm Princess Aurora from Sleeping Beauty!! Get your facts straight!!"
"Pfft, tomAYto, tomAHto...they're all the same to me." Andrew caught up with his girlfriend. He was dressed just Aurora's saviour in the classic story: in all blue save for a pair of brown boots and a red cape. At least Stacy looked presentable. She had it easy. Her tall, Taylor Swift-like body wrapped in that embellished dress gave off a nice classiness to her. "This is a ridiculous costume you picked out for me by the way. Just wanted to point that out for the millionth time."
"Well, if you don't hurry up, I'm going to throw a tomAHto AND a pumpkin at you!"
"Now that's no fair...you could've at least given me a sword!" He leaned in close to her. "Not that I don't already have a weapon of great potency."
For the first time Andrew's cheeky responses worked as Stacy laughed and tried to push him away in a joking manner. The pair walked up the final few steps before Andrew opened the door for his lady. Nodding approvingly, the blonde princess stepped into the house and took in her surroundings. The party for them began at the threshold. The music pounded through every inch of that main room. Seas of ghouls, superheroes and animals let go of their inhibitions in enjoyment of this party.
"Quite the party, eh?" Andrew stepped in from behind her. "High five to the guy who scored an invitation!"
Stacy was unimpressed with his pride. "Do you know anything about this party?"
"Well, no. But they're supposed to be legendary!!" His enthusiasm faded into a state of ponder. "Although...nobody's ever said why. Hmm..."
Stacy shot him another look of indifference and directed them both into the party. Navigating that main room was a feat in itself due to sheer volume of people. Gradually they crossed the floor and found themselves at the food table. A variety of Halloween themed treats sat. Stacy elected to cure her thirst with some witch's brew. She brought the liquid to her lips and formulated her first impressions. It tickled her tongue. It was sweet, maybe even a little tangy actually. It also included something else that Stacy couldn't quite identify that made it different. But all in all, it was very delicious!
"Mmmmm," she approved. "You need to try this honey! It is SO good!"
"No thanks, I'm good. I don't eat at parties."
She laughed as she dipped into the bowl for a refill. "Since when?"
He winked. "Since we started going to parties at creepy mansions."
"Hey, it was your idea coming here Mr. High Five." She sipped her drink once more and abruptly jumped. "Mmmm, who's hosting this shindig anyways?"
Andrew cocked his eye at the random question. "Ummmm, somebody told me about her. Letsee where she is...." Andrew scanned the room. "OH! There she is! See that tall redhead talking to those 3 sultry maidens near the centre?"
"Yeah?"
"Apparently she's a lonely MILF that hosts a grand Halloween party like this every year."
Stacy smirked at the comment and decided to press him on it. "MILF?"
"Yeah, mother I'd like to -- I mean, not that I'd wanna, not that I would...erm, I love you?"
Stacy simply laughed at his fumble. "Relax, dummy, I'm not going to shoot you. You have urges sometimes; I'm not going to put you on trial for that." She looked over to woman and took note of her great stature and presence. Her smile above all when she laughed was magnetic. She refilled her drink and clutched her boyfriend's elbow. "Now let's go meet her!"
"Umm, ok?"
Stacy winded them through the masses while giddily greeting all the revellers she passed. Andrew felt a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. It was embarrassing in the sense that he, Prince Goofy-looking, was being dragged through the room by his obviously inebriated princess while onlookers gawked. But of course, it was always entertaining to see her giddy like this.
Beyond these observations of Stacy, Andrew made note of the room itself. There was an unusually large amount of people already furiously making out and practically having sex on the dance floor. Overzealous (and drunk) much?
Stacy was oblivious to all this. Instead she concentrated on finding the hostess. Somehow she felt drawn to this woman as soon as she saw her. Her red hair and lips certainly made her stand out. She was clad in a dress herself but it was a lot more simple than her own princess gown. For one, it was a darker shade of red to contrast with her light blue attire. Very beautiful, Stacy thought. The older woman was still speaking to the three younger girls when their sights met. She only looked at her a second before focussing back on her conversation but it was enough for the blonde to know that she had her attention.
The couple neared the group and caught the end of the conversation. "So I'll convene with you again when I need you, alright?"
After shooing the girls away, the older woman turned to Andrew and Stacy. "Well well, if it isn't Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming. It looks as though we went through the same fairy tale for inspiration. I guess that makes us nemeses tonight." Through all the awe for the woman, Stacy managed to ask an (semi-) intelligent question. "Wait, are you supposed to be Maleficent? Wasn't she really, really ugly?! You're completely gorgeous!"
The villainess, who exceeded smirked at the girl who she exceeded in age. "Why thank you. And why are witches always depicted as deformed? Evil
can
look good you know. That's what makes it so tempting. Have you thought about the dark side, princess?"
Stacy only saw her face as she spoke those last words. Her lips were so full and perfect. She followed their movements closely. Then there were her eyes. Dark. Fiery. An eerie glow to them. An apt window into a blackened soul. Stacy believed the eyes were the sexiest organ on both the male and female form. She knew a captivating pair of pupils when she saw them. She was surely staring at a couple right now. The rest of the world didn't exist while she looked through her face.
Remembering the question she whimpered an affirmation. "Yesssss..."
"Ugh, no she hasn't," Andrew cut in. "You're Princess Aurora, you
can't
be bad, remember? Stacy?"
The blonde however didn't listen. She was still focussed on the great Maleficent. In a way she reminded her of Sigourney Weaver. She possessed a sexy yet dangerous aura to her.
"Relax Prince Charming. Let the girl have a little fun." She winked. "Aurora dear, have another sip of your drink. It's wonderful, isn't it? I made it myself. It makes you feel really good. You want to feel really good don't you?"
"Yes, really good..." She robotically replied as she gulped down more of the brew.
The witch caressed the princess's cheek. "That's it. Feel it bubbling down your wonderful throat and through your sexy body. It makes things more fun. You like fun don't you Aurora?"
"Mmmm, fun..." She mindlessly replied again.
Andrew had seen enough. "OK then, that's it! First of all, her name is NOT Aurora...it's Stacy! And second, we have to go now! Have a nice night!!"