Happy Halloween!
Things had been going pretty good for the past few months. After he and Evan made up, things had been pretty uneventful. Evan was still dating Layla, and Barty still hated her, but he could get over it if it meant keeping Evan. Now, the 10th month was coming to a close, and Barty had agreed to go to a Halloween party with Evan and Layla. Halloween fell on a Tuesday, so the party they were going to was on the Saturday before. It seemed fine enough, and honestly Barty just needed an excuse to get drunk.
Saturday, October 28th
Barty headed over to Evan’s house to get ready for the party. It made more sense to get ready together and that way they could also leave at the same time together. Of course she was already there when Barty opened the door to Evan’s bedroom. God, he really did hate her, but for the sake of tonight he promised himself (and Evan) that he would be amicable. Layla had convinced Evan that they should be an angel and devil respectively. Though Barty thought it should be the other way seeing as Layla was the devil and Evan was the most angelic person ever.
An hour or so had passed and they were all dressed and ready to go. Barty had a shirt with the collar up, though he had half the top buttons undone, and fake fangs in. Evan, though, he looked hot. He had on leather pants and horns were in his curly hair and he had on eyeliner and Barty wasn’t sure why all of a sudden his mouth had gone dry at the sight of him, but that was something to explore another time. Right now, they had to leave and so they took the train down to Loyola and found the frat house pretty easily considering people were already throwing up in the bushes outside of it. Charming, for sure. Inside the house music was blasting and the throngs of drunk, sweaty, horny teenagers was quite a bit overstimulating when you yourself were not those things yet.
Barty noticed the way Evan and Layla were holding hands, as they made their way to get drinks. He pushed past them, grabbing the nearest bottle of whatever and downing it as he continued to push past hoards of people to get to the makeshift dance floor. He let himself loose as he swayed to the music and noticed a girl in a corset top and bell bottoms come up to him. He couldn’t tell what she was dressed up as, perhaps a slut. “I’m Valerie.”
“I don’t care,” he replied. For some reason that made her giggle and she decided to get closer to him. She threw her hands around his shoulders and moved her hips against his along to the music. This girl was making herself seem too easy but Barty was bored and honestly fed up with everything that had been going on so he thought to himself ‘what the hell’ and whispered into her ear to go upstairs. She seemed satisfied that her plan had worked and grabbed his hand as she led them up the stairs and into the first unoccupied bedroom.
Barty was really quite inebriated but so was this girl and so when the door closed he shoved her against it and kissed her fervently. She moaned a bit too loud for his liking when he moved down to her neck and breasts. He picked her up and onto the bed while they both sloppily undressed as quickly as they could.
When it was over, Barty just wanted to leave so he dressed back up and left her on the bed, and went back to the party downstairs. He wanted to find Evan but he and his girlfriend seemed to be missing so he decided to just leave the party and head back to his own house, effectively ending the night before midnight even struck.
…
Remus wasn’t a big fan of parties, but he had to admit that this one wasn’t half bad. Sirius had forced him to dress up and convinced him that they should be rockstars together. So here he was, dressed up as David Bowie and clinging onto Sirius who was Marc Bolan. Remus was only about 4 drinks in which usually wouldn’t affect him this much, but since starting his new medication he’s starting to feel like a lightweight. He hasn’t told anybody, especially not Sirius, that he’s taking antidepressants because he didn’t want to seem weak to everyone else.
“Siiiriiuussss ‘mm going out for a ciggyyy”
“Jesus Remus how did you get this drunk so fast? I’m coming with you, you clearly cannot be alone right now.”
So, holding onto Sirius, they made their way outside through the throngs of people and found a spot to lean against the walls of the frat house and smoke. Remus reached into his pocket for his Marlboros and lighter but was too drunk to actually light the cigarette in his mouth. Sirius snatched the lighter from his hands and brought Remus down to his height to help him light the cigarette in Remus’s ailed state. Remus looked up at Sirius through his eyelashes and once the cigarette was lit, removed it and blew the smoke in his face. Sirius rolled his eyes in fake annoyance but there was a grin on his face as he once again snatched the cigarette from Remus for himself. Remus offered up the pack, “Y’know you can have your ownn”.
“Nahh, I’d rather just share yours” Sirius replied easily.
They smoked in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Sirius leaned on Remus’s shoulder as he pointed up to the moon to show Remus. “It’s so beautiful.” Sirius was referring to the moon of course, but all Remus could think about was how beautiful the boy resting on his shoulder was.
“If you could live on the moon, would you?” Remus asked, he knew it was a stupid question but he was drunk and that was enough of an excuse for him.
“Perhaps. If you came with me I would.”
“Me?”
“Yes Remus you. Would you come with me, darling?”
Remus didn’t know what to do. He was speechless and just staring at Sirius. It wasn’t a confession but to Remus it may as well have been.
Sirius just laughed off his speechlessness. “Well you’re clearly too drunk even for this. Let’s get you home.”
…
Regulus couldn’t believe that Pandora and her stoner boyfriend forced him to come to this insane halloween party. They were dressed as elves with pointed ears and shimmering flowy clothes. Pandora looked ethereal, Xeno was kind of just there. Regulus, though, refused to dress up because that is where he draws the line.
“Xeno I wanna dance” Pandora pulled her boyfriend onto the dance floor and they quickly disappeared.
Regulus didn’t quite know what to do now that they had left, so he decided to take a lap and see what was going on. He found himself wandering over to the drinks subconsciously (consciously but he wasn’t willing to admit that even in his own mind) hoping to run into James. At the drinks table, he didn’t run into James but instead Evan Rosier and his girlfriend but he couldn’t remember her name at the moment. “Hey Regulus, how’re you enjoying the party?” Evan’s girlfriend was the one to greet him and her boobs were bouncing out of her shirt as she asked the question.
“It’s been fine I guess.” Regulus replied with a bored expression on his face. “I think I’ll go outside and have a smoke now.” He left them there but he didn’t go outside. Instead he went upstairs and decided to explore the house. He opened the door to one of the bedrooms and found two girls smoking a joint and giggling. They seemed quite close together and they were too enthralled in each other to even notice him standing in the doorway. After a moment he realized that he recognized the two as Marlene Mckinnon and Mary Macdonald, the latter being Sirius’s on-again off-again girlfriend. Marlene had her back adorned with large fairy wings and Mary was covered in scales with a clam-shell bra. A fairy and mermaid, how original he thought. He left the doorway of this bedroom and decided to move on with his exploration of the frat.
“Oh fuck, Regulus!” Regulus stood stunned in the doorway as he looked between a half-naked James and Lily. “What are you doing here?” James continued on.
It seems the universe had answered his prayers of running into James in the most cruel way possible. Regulus turned around and ran out of the house and kept running until he was on the subway and sobbing.