Dear Reader, Welcome back! This is part 2 of my story and you'll be thoroughly lost without part 1, so please go read it if you haven't. Thank you for all of the kind words, your feedback is what encouraged me to post this part so soon. Enjoy!
xo Kate
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Chapter 6: Halloween
"Well, we could go as ketchup and mustard? I'll wear red, you can wear yellow?"
"I am not dressing as a condiment, Sarah," Ro rolled her eyes.
October had brought a full rehearsal schedule for Roisin and more schoolwork for Sarah. This meant they hadn't spent much time together in a couple of weeks. Finally, a few days before the thirty-first, they had a chance to hang out. Roisin had invited Sarah to a Halloween party and while a costume party made Sarah a little nervous, Ro brought up the idea to dress up as something together.
That's how Sarah and Ro ended up on the floor with a few web pages open on their laptops trying to decide on their Halloween costumes. So far they'd rejected several suggestions from websites as too complicated or too uncomfortable.
"Right, look there's lots of ideas online, I just don't want to spend that much on a costume."
"We can wear clothes we already have?" Ro suggested.
Sarah looked doubtfully, "Like...?"
"Oh I don't know! Come on, I'm taking us to the Halloween store they opened up in the abandoned Kmart. We'll find something cheap and use what clothes we have." Ro grabbed her keys in a huff and slid into some shoes.
Sarah smiled at her, "Fine. But if we're going that way, you're taking me to Taco Bell!" She jumped up off the floor and bounded toward Ro.
"No! No way. Stop, Sarah!" Ro squealed and tried to run, but Sarah got to her first and scooped her up in a fireman's carry. She stepped into her shoes and marched out the door with a wiggling Ro over her shoulder.
"Why, umf, why are you carrying me from the building?! Ow!"
"I didn't want to give you a chance to say no, I know how much you hate Taco Bell." Sarah adjusted her grip on Ro and laughed as the other woman gave up the struggle.
"I'm still the one driving, Sar, I could just speed right on by the horrible place."
"But you won't," she laughed, "You don't like me when I'm hangry."
She set Ro down at her car and chuckled at the way her disheveled curls covered her face. Ro brushed her hair out of the way and playfully punched Sarah's shoulder.
"You are a child."
"If I'm such a child, it's probably a crime to date me."
Ro rolled her eyes again, "Get in the car, goofball, before I change my mind and take someone else to this party!"
They ran through a few more ideas in the store until Ro found a small accessories section where a gold witch's hat caught her eye. She found a matching gold wand and waved it at Sarah.
"Witches!" she laughed. "I'll be the good witch and you can be the bad witch."
Sarah snorted and reached for a powder blue witch hat on the next rung down, "No deal. I'm going to be the good witch. You're the bad influence anyway."
Ro composed her face in mock seriousness, "This is very true. Virgin blue, how appropriate." A piece of a plastic spider web whizzed by her head and she lost her fake composure as she ducked. Sarah was reaching for another piece of web to throw when Ro dodged out of the aisle, giggling. They continued their antics until a large crowd of fraternity boys entered the store and set off all the dancing skeletons at the front. Not wanting to listen to "Monster Mash" screaming from nine cheap plastic sound boxes, they made their purchases, each buying a pointy witch hat and matching wand, and left.
On Halloween, Carly and Sarah got ready in their dorm. David was taking Carly to an engineering school party and they were dressing as molecules. The white sweats dotted with blue paint looked comfy and cute on Carly's tiny frame. Because her costume was so simple, she begged to help Sarah do proper hair and make-up.
"Your hair looks so nice in curls, Sar. Why don't you do it more?"
"I don't know, it's so much work," Sarah groaned, "If it didn't make me look like a boy, I'd chop it shorter than yours." Carly giggled as she curled the last long strand of dirty blonde mane and brushed it out with her fingers. She'd applied a blue smokey eye and some pretty pink lipstick to Sarah's face and Sarah had to admit it looked good. She rarely wore make-up, but this made her hazel eyes pop and her teeth look whiter.
"Okay, done! David's going to pick me up in a minute. Do you want to walk down together?" Carly pulled her hoodie up over her head and tied the string in a dorky, but cute bow.
Sarah nodded and grabbed her hat and wand. She had opted for a blue button down and tan slacks with pink ballet flats that she'd had from her youngest cousin's baptism. It was comfortable but dressy. Carly complimented the final look as she tied her tennis shoes.
Waiting in the lobby, Carly saw David drive up and bounced out the door after a quick hug to Sarah. "Be fucking responsible!" she screamed as she hopped off the last step and disappeared into David's car. Sarah chuckled at her best friend, but it was cut short as another car door opened in the lot.
Ro stepped out under a streetlight wearing her version of the bad witch costume. It was a black dress that clung to her figure and ended in a little frill out right below her ass. Sarah was sure if she bent over, the other side of the lot would get a great view. It held onto her shoulders with one inch straps that seemed to lead the eye down her neckline. Ro sauntered up to the stairs in high black heels and her long, pale legs hypnotized Sarah. It wasn't until she was about three feet away that Sarah yanked her gaze back up to Ro's face and found a gold wand pointed at her nose.
"Well, I was going to cast a spell on you, but it looks like I didn't need my wand." Her tone was dripping in seduction and Sarah choked a bit.
"You- uh, you look amazing, Ro," her eyes wandered over the exposed cleavage and collarbones.
Roisin finally cracked and smiled, delighted. "Thank you, Sarah! You look great too. Love the button down." Her fingers reached out to graze over a few soft curls. "Come on my little virgin witch, let's go!"
"GOOD witch!" Sarah emphasized.
Ro looked back over her shoulder and grinned, "Same thing." She laughed.
The party they attended was thrown by some of Kate and Roisin's theater friends in a swanky off campus complex. Ro introduced her to a few people who were already drunk and laughing loudly. They mixed some drinks in the kitchen, whoever was hosting this party clearly loved Halloween and sprang for the good booze. There were bowls of candy on almost every surface, though not many people were eating it. Sarah got the impression most of the dancers didn't indulge in chocolate.
The night was full of good music and the drinks were plentiful enough to get them just past buzzed. Feeling the alcohol in her system, Sarah was relaxing with Tara on the couch. She'd come with Kate of course and as the only other person Sarah knew, she was happy to sit and drink with her. They were talking about the upcoming Thanksgiving scrimmage for softball while a few people were doing some organized dances to pop music, including Roisin and Kate. She and Tara smiled and raised their cups to the dancers, but stayed firmly on the couch. Suddenly, a woman dressed as Medusa slid down next to Sarah and leaned over to push her chest onto Sarah's shoulder.
"I don't believe we've met, I'm Celia." Her smirk and outstretched hand distracted Sarah from the distinctive smolder in her eyes. It took Sarah a full four seconds before she took the offered hand, a little clumsily.
"Uh, hi."
"You have beautiful eyes. I'd like to see more of you." Sarah jumped as the woman crawled her hand toward Sarah's shirt buttons.
"Um, thank you. Do you want to sit here? I can move, if I'm in your-"
The woman laughed and dumped herself into Sarah's lap. Her hands wrapped up to cup her jaw as Sarah panicked, trying not to shove the woman, but to extricate herself quickly. Tara was no help, doubled over laughing at the utter shock on Sarah's face. At that moment, a throat cleared in front of them. Roisin was standing with her hands on her hips, glaring at the odd wrestling match.
