Halloween Party

Luna hated Halloween. But, for some reason, year after year, she always found herself in the throes of searching for the perfect costume, just hours before a party. She rummaged through plastic tote after plastic tote, a bead of sweat forming on her brow.

With a loud, frustrated sigh, she paused for a minute to rest and think, I know it's up here somewhere. She was looking for a bright red cape, the final and most crucial component of her Little Red Riding Hood costume that she had just thought of earlier that same day.

Just five more minutes, then I'm giving up. She started wrestling with another pile of totes. But, then, bright red underneath a curly clown hair wig, the cape, just what she was looking for. Fucking finally, she thought to herself. Halloween was saved, well, this year at least.

The costume was complete with a red dress, lace up black boots, a little wicker basket filled to the brim with airplane bottles of liquor, and of course, the red cape. She popped open a tiny bottle of bourbon and turned it upside down, smoothly chugging the entirety of its contents. Just then PING, her uber had arrived.

Luna drank another bottle, this one vodka, on the way to the party. She chatted lazily with the driver, busy night, crazy kids, lots of party hopping. Then she was there, right in front of the house. A wave of anxiety and then nausea swept over her. This was her last chance to turn back. But no, she said goodbye to the uber driver and stood on the sidewalk. She opened another bottle and turned it upside down. The relief provided had reached the point of diminishing returns. Maybe I'll find some coke.

When she opened the door, there he was. And his new girlfriend right next to him. They both turned to her at once. There was a flicker of hesitation, then "Welcome! So glad you could make it! There's wine and cheese in the kitchen." Luna forced a smile and walked toward the chatter coming from the well lit kitchen.

Scanning the room, she searched for familiar faces. There were none, although half were covered in costumed masks. Maybe there was someone she knew inside the Scooby Doo costume, maybe not. But there is an air of friendliness and cheer on Halloween and all of a sudden, she was handed a shot (dark, this time) and found herself swept into the rhythm of the night.

Solo cup with wine, chatting with new friends on the porch about the recent election (who are we kidding, there are never any winners), game of beer pong on the long white table in the dining room. The party ebbed and flowed as people came and went. Suddenly, Luna found herself in the bathroom with Simone, they were the reigning beer pong champs. Luna was peeing, hovering over the wet toilet seat, struggling to keep the layers of her red dress and cape off the floor. Simone had a baggie, held open between her thumb and index finger. "Want some molly?"

What a silly question, Luna thought to herself. "Who doesn't want molly?" she said out loud as she licked her pinky finger and jammed it deep inside the baggie. She pulled her finger out and quickly stuck it in her mouth, ever so careful to not lose any of the tiny precious crystals.

"Do it again", Simone murmured, arms still outstretched with bag in hand. "Well, I suppose it is a holiday," Luna smiled as she went for round two. Her mouth was already numb and delicious.

It took a couple minutes for the drug to kick in. Luna and Simone had trickled outside with several other partygoers and someone was making a fire in the fire pit. As the flames began to glow, Luna felt her arms and legs start to tingle. Her heartbeat quickened and the music got louder. She peered into the dimly lit faces surrounding the fire, somehow now they all seemed vaguely familiar.

"Luna, we've been looking all over for you!" The new girlfriend was rushing toward her from the house. "Come on a walk with us to get some cigs!" Cigarettes did sound good right about now. But a walk with the ex and his new girlfriend? But, "sure, I'd love to," came out of Luna's mouth.

So off they went, the three of them, the new girlfriend insisting they all hold hands. The gas station they walked to was closed, of course, as it was now well after midnight. They started back, stopping on the quiet train tracks.

"How about we cut through this old abandoned house?" the ex suggested. A dull warning signal went off in Luna's brain. "Great idea," she said, knowing any idea would sound good to her right now. They walked in the front door and then realized the roof was missing and they could look up and see the stars.

"SCREEEEEEEEEEECH" a noise so loud came from up above. "Look, a barn owl," said the new girlfriend. "She made her nest in the rafters." Two golden eyes squinted down at them from the darkness. Luna felt a hand creep down her backside. It was nice, someone touching her like that. She turned around and the new girlfriend was looking at her, eyes glinting black in the dark. "That owl is a sign. We should all hook up."

This is a bad idea, Luna thought to herself as she opened her mouth and leaned in for a kiss. The two girls began groping each others bodies, the ex reaching in wherever there was room. He lifted Luna up to a countertop, pulled aside her dress and cape and the new girlfriend buried her face between Luna's legs. The ex began kissing Luna, tenderly, too tenderly on her mouth.

They both slowly brought Luna to orgasm, in the abandoned crackhouse, on molly, with a curious barn owl watching. When she was finished, the ex lifted her back down and said "Let's get back to the party."

Luna looked at him and said, "That's the first good idea I've heard all night."