When he came for my throat, no one seemed concerned.
"Alexander - Becky!"
It was evident to me that Trevor was about to kiss me. But I wasn't sure anyone else was aware of that.
Finally Alexander noticed. He pushed Trevor away from me and glared at him. "The actors aren't supposed to touch the patrons," he said, his fists clenched.
Finally Alexander noticed. He pushed Trevor away from me and glared at him. "The actors aren't supposed to touch the patrons," he said, his fists clenched.
"I'm not an actor," Trevor said, and disappeared behind the scenes.
We made our way into the next room, which was pitch black. We held hands and reached out to find our way through the maze. Alexander wasn't any help, letting Becky, Matt, and me flounder in the darkness.
"Gross!" I said as I felt something soft on the walls.
"It feels like ... people!" Becky screamed.
"I think it's brains," Matt said.
"I feel a door handle," I said.
"Open it and get me out of here!" Becky was almost crying.
I turned the handle and threw open the door. We found ourselves in the Crypt - just a few yards away from the main dance floor. Jagger was a genius.
Everything he did was one hundred and ten percent spooky.
I spotted two goths by the dance floor and did a double take. I was surprised to realize they were Heather and Courtney, two of the Prada-bees.
"I like your 'costume,'" I said sincerely as I approached them.
"Yours, too," they said nicely.
"I love that skirt," I said, gesturing to Courtney's ripped indigo-colored mini.
"Yours is very pretty, too," she replied, referring to my pleated plaid one.
For a moment we pleasantly eyed each other's outfits, not knowing what else to say. We were still different people deep down inside, but for one night, we both got to see how the other half lived.
I caught up to my friends and we headed straight over to Romeo, who was coolly dressed as Frankenstein's monster, to get some drinks and ref {rinienuel.
Matt, Becky, and I ordered sodas, but Alexander was particularly thirsty.
"I'd like a Dracula's Curse," he said to Romeo.
"That's not on the menu," Becky said.
"It is for some people," Jagger said from behind us. "Would you like to try one?" We turned around. Jagger was creepy in a skeleton costume. His white hair with blood-red tips flopped over his bony face.
"How do you like the Haunted Happening?" he asked.
"I love it!" I exclaimed.
Becky quaked in his presence as Romeo slid the blood-filled drink to Alexander.
She and Matt watched, stupefied, as Alexander drank the dark red drink.
As soon as my friends regained their composure, we headed over to the dance floor, where we found a soccer-uniform-clad Scarlet and Onyx as Cleopatra already bopping to the killer music, along with Sebastian, who was dressed as a cowboy in a ten-gallon hat and cowboy boots.