Halloween Heaven or Hell
I'm not going as an angel." Mary emphatically shakes her head, displacing her russet red curls then combs them back with her fingers.
"Why not?" Claire replies, placing her hands under the tap, splashing through the running water.
"There will be a million angels. It's the totally obvious thing to go as."
"How about the Virgin Mary?" Claire squirts on some soap and continues to wash her hands.
"How droll, my name is Mary and I am a virgin but pale blue does nothing for my complexion. What are you going as, anyway?" Mary scrabbles around at the bottom of her black bag and pulls out a cylinder from its depths.
"Cinderella." Claire grins, wiping he hands on a paper towel.
"I should have guessed." Mary rolls her eyes, rolling the deep pink lipstick out of its tube and pressing it to her plump bottom lip. "I am not exactly princess material."
"Oh, hush, you're really pretty."
"Yeah, yeah," Mary sighs, looking at her reflection, "pretty for a fat girl, I know."
Claire opens the door and steps out into the corridor, other university students slouch past, laughing and joking "Stop being so down on yourself, I've told you about that before."
"Oh, I know, but it's so difficult to decide on an outfit, I mean it's bad enough for a typical Halloween party but when you can only dress up as a good girl or guy it makes it all the more difficult." Mary frowns.
"Well, you decided we'd go to the church party this year."
"I know. I don't like Halloween, I hated that party we went to last year--stupid boys going all out to scare people, I've got too big an imagination for listening to horror stories."
"You're a scaredy-cat is what you really mean."
"Exactly." Mary grins and Claire shakes her head,
"Maybe you could be an animal."
"I'm not going to go as a chicken!" She exclaims.
"Well no, how about a cat or a horse or a rabbit or something."
"Thank you for not saying a cow or a pig," She says sarcastically, "but I'm not exactly a fluffy bunny am I?"
"Well no, but how about a sexier kinda bunny." "I don't think dressing up as Playboy bunny will go over too well. (N But actually, wait, maybe there is a sexy bunny I can be."
"Who?"
"You'll see," Mary smiles pushing open the door into her English class, "see you later."
* * *
"I'm having second thoughts..." Mary sighs
"You can't" Claire tuts, smoothing down her blue dress. "We're going to be late as it is and well, what else would you wear?"
"Are you sure it's not too tight?" She skims her hands down her sides and over her ample hips, the soft red material caressing her hand.
"No, it's fine, now come on."
"But does the slit come up too high?" She bends her leg and her bare leg shows through the slit up to her knee.
"No, it's fine. My Gran wears more revealing dresses than that."
"Well, if you're sure..." Mary pulls the freshly straightened red hair down over one eye.
"I'm sure, now come on or there'll be no buffet left."
She'd been completely certain that dressing up as Jessica Rabbit was a good idea right up to putting the complete costume together. The long-line red dress left little to the imagination, the gloves that cover most of her arms made her feel classy but having to go braless made her feel less than secure.
She's even less comfortable when she turns up at the church and heads start to turn. "Erm, who are you?" The vicar asks, beads of sweat forming on his bald pate.
"Jessica Rabbit."
"Wasn't she bad?"
"No, I'm just drawn this way." She grins and he just titters nervously.
"Who are you?" I ask, since he seems to be dressed as himself with a curtain tie back round his waist.
"Friar Tuck, of course."
"Oh, yes." She replies, smiling politely and looking down at her red, high-heeled shoes. He makes his excuse and goes off to chat with an angel and a Superman. Mary takes a plate of food and finds a quiet corner. She watches everyone interacting dancing to the music, the flashing lights reflection off hundreds of angelic sequins,
"Are you ready to go yet?" She asks Princess Claire as she waltzes past.
"We've only just got here, and besides, I've got my eye on a promising Prince Charming."
"Oh, alright." She'd walk home on her own but she really is a scaredy-cat and walking across campus at Halloween is never a clever idea. Mary resigns herself to sitting in a corner and not enjoying yet another party. And now she stands carefully, pulling the split material tight together over her knee and takes her plate over to the buffet table. When she reaches her corner again, she finds it occupied by a guy in jeans, T-shirt and pink bunny ears.
"Oh, Jessica, very nice. But I always thought you were, well, kinda naughty."
"No, Sugar," Mary purrs, "I'm not bad, just drawn that way."
"Heh, oh yeah, that's right." He chuckles, his eyes roaming up and down Mary's body, taking in each curve.
"And," She adds, "Who are you?"
"Oh, yeah." He blushes, touching the pink ears. "I was all set to stay in and watch scary movies when my best mate decided he had to come here, apparently he's chasing after some blonde princess. Anyway, horror movies are no fun on your own so I decided to crash the party. I just picked up these from my sisters room, she's eight. I'm Bugs Bunny."
"Are you sure?" Mary asks in a moment of braveness. "Because I've been looking for my Roger Rabbit every where."
"Bugs who?" He grins, "Roger, the name is Roger and I'm the bunny for you, Jessica."
"Roger," She exclaims, taking a step closer, "I'm so glad you're here." Her finger traces the outline of his pink bunny ear.
"So am I," he groans. "Wanna dance?"
"Sure, Sugar." Mary replies, taking the proffered hand. "Though I'm not sure how much movement I'll manage in this dress." She blushes as she realises how that might sound.
He just grins and wraps an arm around her waist as they reach the dance floor.
"Is it just me," Mary whispers into her dance partner's ear, "Or are people staring?"
"Yeah, sorry, I think it's my ears." He whispers back, his hand squeezing her hip and making her stomach flip.
"Or my legs." She mutters.
"Well yes, but who wouldn't stare? They're some beautiful legs."
"Thank you," she flushes. "I do feel as if this wasn't quite the most appropriate outfit for a church party, though."
"I think it's perfect, God created woman and he thought it was good and that outfit shows off your womanly features perfectly."
Mary slaps his shoulder and giggles."Exactly, people are looking at me as if I'm the Whore of Babylon."
"Jealousy," He nods, his lips momentarily coming into contact with the flesh on her shoulder. She shivers and he bites his lip. "But if you want to escape, there's a pile of horror films waiting to be watched at my house."
"Is there popcorn and a cushion to hide behind during the gory bits?"
"That is a yep to both of those." He grins.
"Well, lead the way Rodger, I'm sick of all this limelight."
** *
"Erm, I think I might have to confess something," Mary turns and smiles weakly as the walk out of the door. "I really can't watch horror films, they give me nightmares for weeks."
"Really?" He grins, his pink ears now decorating Mary's head, making her look even cuter in his opinion. "I'm not a huge fan of them either. But shush, if people found that out, I'd loose all my macho points."
"Well, I've got Madagascar back at my flat waiting to be watched," she says and then continues to sweeten the deal "and I have pillows and popcorn and no flat mate." She's not sure what is making her so incredibly forward and flirtatious tonight but she suspects it may be the dress. She feels so much sexier being Jessica.
"Well, that sounds good to me, less horrifying and with a smaller chance of the, er, film being interrupted." She looks at him awry, "Yeah," he pulls on her rabbit ears, "little sisters do often get in the way."
"That's one major reason I moved out to go to uni." A scary thought suddenly hits her. "You're at the university too, aren't you?"
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