![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crooked_lossTitle: Halloween
Timeline: October 2012
Challenge: Soy #4 (co-conspirators), Candy Bar Crunch #15 (right hand man), Chocolate #11 (confusion)
Word Count: 981
Rating: PG
As she continued to sort through the prepackaged needles and put them in the proper containers, Sarah thought of how she was going to approach the next subject. “So, are you and Oz doing anything for Halloween?”
Andy stilled at that, trusting the chill up his spine more than her deceptively innocent tone. “Why do I feel like I should be asking a priest for holy water right now?” He dryly responded, quickly going back to sorting through needles and other supplies. “We haven’t discussed it yet, but something tells me that doesn’t matter. What did you do?”
“Nothing! Yet.” Hearing the frustrated groan Andy gave at that response, Sarah laughed. Sure, that laugh would make him even more wary, but they both knew she was too much like Oz when it came to certain things. And once she had her mind set on something, there was no changing it. “Just clear your schedule, alright? I already roped Adrianna into it, and I know you’re going to agree to it in the end.”
“How in the world could you possibly know that?”
“Easy. Oz is going to love the idea, and then beg you to please go along with it.” Finished with her sorting, Sarah’s smile widened as she turned to face her boss. “And we both know that when Oz wants something, all he has to do is grin and get down on his knees. You’re whipped, Andy. If weren’t so cute, it would be a little pathetic.”
“You are the exact reason I can’t wait for early retirement.” He muttered, rubbing a hand across his face in exasperation. “Just - please at least tell me where, why, and what you’re dressing us up as. I beg of you, at least give me that.”
“Oh, fine. There’s this club that’s having a couples costume contest, and the winner gets a one hundred dollar bar tab. I figure if we all go for it, it’ll gives us twice the chance to win.” Sarah explained, far too brightly as she pushed Andy aside and took over his sorting pile.
“...You and my sister aren’t a couple.”
“Just because I haven’t been able to convert her yet, it doesn’t mean it isn’t going to happen.” She waved a hand in a dismissing matter before continuing. “And the outfits aren’t anything too hard. A few bottles of hair dye should make them perfect for Adri and Oz.”
“I don’t even know where to start with those statements. And that doesn’t tell me jack. What are we going as?” Andy repeated, now more frustrated than exasperated.
“Adri and I are dressing up as crazy badass lesbians. And you get to wear a cape.”
“Sarah...”
“That’s all I’m saying! Now go away. You’re interrupting my sorting mindset, and if you start poking into people’s flesh with the wrong needle, you’ll only have yourself to blame.”
“Sarah...”
“Andy...”
Andy heaved a sigh and resisted the urge to either strangle her right then and there, or just go insane to see if this would make any more sense. “Fine.”
A week and a half later.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Grumbling as he finished adjusting the fake sword that hung around his armor clad waist, Andy stepped back until most of his body was reflected in the mirror. Turning this way and that to make sure everything looked alright, his frown only deepened when he realized that yes, everything looked just as it should. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into wearing a cape."
”Well, we could have gone the other route and made you wear a top hat and mask to go with it. Be glad that Sarah decided to show a little bit of mercy.” Sliding her tiara into place, Adrianna fluffed recently dyed turquoise hair. “At least you got to keep your natural hair color and wear pants. I’m not so sure I believe the ‘temporary’ the box label said. And I’m almost positive that a skirt this short is illegal, even in New York City.”
“Not if we’re going to Chelsea.” Grinning as he stepped into the room, Oz looked far too excited to convincingly pull off his ‘villain outfit’. “You should be fine there. Besides, if any cops try and stop us, Andy can just dazzle them with roses while the rest of us run away.”
“Oh, you’re so very funny.” Andy drawled, arms crossing over his chest as he looked Oz over, gaze lingering over the black, upside down crescent moon that was painted on his forehead, and the shock of burgundy that had replaced Oz’s natural hair color. If that didn’t wash out, Sarah was a dead woman. “If we’re going to Chelsea, I would like to formally request that you wear something other than a leather vest and black crystal earrings. I don’t want to be beating men off of you all night. A fake sword can only do so much.”
“To be fair, we’ll have two fake swords.” Holding up her own plastic, fake gem studded weapon as she appeared in the bedroom doorway, Sarah only snickered along with Oz at the very unamused look Andy was giving all of them. “Would you three hurry up? We’re gonna be late, and I want that bar tab.”
“Beer is about the only thing that’s going to make this night bearable, isn’t it?” Leaning against Oz as an arm was wrapped around his shoulders, the rest of them fell into line as they left the house.
Still chuckling at both the situation and Andy’s reactions, Oz grinned. “You know you love us.”
“If we don’t win this thing, I’m going to kill Sarah.”
“I hear you say something like that every week, love. You’ve yet to go through with it.”
“That was before she made me wear a cape.”
Oz only laughed in response.
Timeline: October 2012
Challenge: Soy #4 (co-conspirators), Candy Bar Crunch #15 (right hand man), Chocolate #11 (confusion)
Word Count: 981
Rating: PG
As she continued to sort through the prepackaged needles and put them in the proper containers, Sarah thought of how she was going to approach the next subject. “So, are you and Oz doing anything for Halloween?”
Andy stilled at that, trusting the chill up his spine more than her deceptively innocent tone. “Why do I feel like I should be asking a priest for holy water right now?” He dryly responded, quickly going back to sorting through needles and other supplies. “We haven’t discussed it yet, but something tells me that doesn’t matter. What did you do?”
“Nothing! Yet.” Hearing the frustrated groan Andy gave at that response, Sarah laughed. Sure, that laugh would make him even more wary, but they both knew she was too much like Oz when it came to certain things. And once she had her mind set on something, there was no changing it. “Just clear your schedule, alright? I already roped Adrianna into it, and I know you’re going to agree to it in the end.”
“How in the world could you possibly know that?”
“Easy. Oz is going to love the idea, and then beg you to please go along with it.” Finished with her sorting, Sarah’s smile widened as she turned to face her boss. “And we both know that when Oz wants something, all he has to do is grin and get down on his knees. You’re whipped, Andy. If weren’t so cute, it would be a little pathetic.”
“You are the exact reason I can’t wait for early retirement.” He muttered, rubbing a hand across his face in exasperation. “Just - please at least tell me where, why, and what you’re dressing us up as. I beg of you, at least give me that.”
“Oh, fine. There’s this club that’s having a couples costume contest, and the winner gets a one hundred dollar bar tab. I figure if we all go for it, it’ll gives us twice the chance to win.” Sarah explained, far too brightly as she pushed Andy aside and took over his sorting pile.
“...You and my sister aren’t a couple.”
“Just because I haven’t been able to convert her yet, it doesn’t mean it isn’t going to happen.” She waved a hand in a dismissing matter before continuing. “And the outfits aren’t anything too hard. A few bottles of hair dye should make them perfect for Adri and Oz.”
“I don’t even know where to start with those statements. And that doesn’t tell me jack. What are we going as?” Andy repeated, now more frustrated than exasperated.
“Adri and I are dressing up as crazy badass lesbians. And you get to wear a cape.”
“Sarah...”
“That’s all I’m saying! Now go away. You’re interrupting my sorting mindset, and if you start poking into people’s flesh with the wrong needle, you’ll only have yourself to blame.”
“Sarah...”
“Andy...”
Andy heaved a sigh and resisted the urge to either strangle her right then and there, or just go insane to see if this would make any more sense. “Fine.”
A week and a half later.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.” Grumbling as he finished adjusting the fake sword that hung around his armor clad waist, Andy stepped back until most of his body was reflected in the mirror. Turning this way and that to make sure everything looked alright, his frown only deepened when he realized that yes, everything looked just as it should. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into wearing a cape."
”Well, we could have gone the other route and made you wear a top hat and mask to go with it. Be glad that Sarah decided to show a little bit of mercy.” Sliding her tiara into place, Adrianna fluffed recently dyed turquoise hair. “At least you got to keep your natural hair color and wear pants. I’m not so sure I believe the ‘temporary’ the box label said. And I’m almost positive that a skirt this short is illegal, even in New York City.”
“Not if we’re going to Chelsea.” Grinning as he stepped into the room, Oz looked far too excited to convincingly pull off his ‘villain outfit’. “You should be fine there. Besides, if any cops try and stop us, Andy can just dazzle them with roses while the rest of us run away.”
“Oh, you’re so very funny.” Andy drawled, arms crossing over his chest as he looked Oz over, gaze lingering over the black, upside down crescent moon that was painted on his forehead, and the shock of burgundy that had replaced Oz’s natural hair color. If that didn’t wash out, Sarah was a dead woman. “If we’re going to Chelsea, I would like to formally request that you wear something other than a leather vest and black crystal earrings. I don’t want to be beating men off of you all night. A fake sword can only do so much.”
“To be fair, we’ll have two fake swords.” Holding up her own plastic, fake gem studded weapon as she appeared in the bedroom doorway, Sarah only snickered along with Oz at the very unamused look Andy was giving all of them. “Would you three hurry up? We’re gonna be late, and I want that bar tab.”
“Beer is about the only thing that’s going to make this night bearable, isn’t it?” Leaning against Oz as an arm was wrapped around his shoulders, the rest of them fell into line as they left the house.
Still chuckling at both the situation and Andy’s reactions, Oz grinned. “You know you love us.”
“If we don’t win this thing, I’m going to kill Sarah.”
“I hear you say something like that every week, love. You’ve yet to go through with it.”
“That was before she made me wear a cape.”
Oz only laughed in response.
