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"Oh. My. God." Pandora had finally noticed America's man-mountain, and with Shiloh's distraction she had lost focus as well. She sauntered right up to Robert with a starry-eyed look that could only mean trouble. "Are you supposed to be Edward??"

Without waiting for an actual answer, she grabbed his glitter covered arm and yanked him a foot and a half down to her level with a wide grin.

"Twiilight is my favorite book," she whispered in Robert's ear in the same manner that serial killers described their favorite method of murdering people.

The high five was returned with somewhat of a high-pitched girly squeal.

And glitter everywhere.

It was too much, the sudden hugging and squeezing of Robert let off another cloud of glitter that simply caught those too close off guard. Roland was now less phantom of some sort of low budget opera, and now a very, very, sparkly looking phantom.

He also couldn't hear out of one ear clearly due to the squealing.

"Wait wait, what's Twilight, wasn't that a book?"

Finn heard there was a party, and while still a bit soured on the idea after a certain beach gathering turned into a certain s**t fest, and after a harmless deodorant try-on into a ******** centipede infested nightmare, the moon trainee was, understandably, hesitant to even leave his room that evening. It had taken some long, incredibly careful thought for him to decide you know what, ******** it. Third times a charm, right?, and to finally just get his (fine) a** to the party.

Dressed in a hoodie (with the hood up) black jeans, and black shoes, Finn showed up in the basement. His left arm was still bandaged and slinged, and in his right hand he clutched a bottle filled with amber liquid.

Spotting Jack, because how could he not, he strode over to the taller man, bumped him in the shoulder, then turned and thrust the bottle (which was of expensive looking whiskey) at his friend.

"Happy Birthday, ******** face." He smiled, eyes as dead and cold as was the norm. "Feel free to not share this with anybody but me."

The cellphones that were being used for lighting flickered off, and then a new song began to play. The phones lit back up and began to strobe along with the beat. The basement crew had obviously gotten some outside help with this.

But where had all these phones come from anyway?

Squealing and glitter. Right.

Well he could always just grab his booze and go . . . He was very good at partying on his own--Only then Chel had scooched on in with what he could only describe was the bare minimum of a costume without being considered indecent.

Oh, Halloween~ Bring on the beautifully slutty costumes.

"Not in public," he answered with a smile, painted skeletal teeth stretching to accommodate for his actual ones. "But in private, perhaps. You are . . ." The pause clearly stated that Jack had probably never picked up a video game in his life, or if he had he had then stayed under a rock for a decade. ". . . Mario, right? I hope you aren't cold in that~"

Shortly afterwards he felt a bump on his shoulder and was presented with the sight of one mostly recovered Finn in a Finn costume (alright) and a bottle of alcohol (definitely alright). The smile stretched into a bigger grin as he clasped his friend's shoulder. "You shouldn't have~ I'll save it for later; first toast will go to you. How's the arm?"

Spying Ian's thumbs up, Jack passed one back to him and Shiloh (though he had no intention of going near the lumbering vampire and his vile glitter if possible). "Do me a favor: don't choke on the candy, boys. I'd like one night without having to watch someone keel over."

Something equally as shiny as the glitter but of more worth to him glinted in the strobe-lit darkness and, most curious, he intended to find out what it was. Making to casually wrap an arm around Chel as well, he moved forward to investigate the lone hunter in such posh clothes.

"Nice goblet, your highness," he greeted, his eyes falling to the cup in his hand. "Is that authentic?"

"Oh come on, you have to try a little harder than that Jack. I'm not so easily won!" On the contrary, she was actually the farthest thing from "playing hard to get" as it got- but that didn't matter, right?

She nodded as his question about Mario (who didn't know Mario, seriously ...), but didn't say anything more as two others had joined them. Now Finn she knew (he got a wink when he came over), but the Indian one? Nope. Nothing in the registry.

Chel nudged Jack. "Who's your skeleton friend Jack? Rude to not introduce a proper lady, gosh."