Lock and Load

The next few days are a whirlwind of preparations, there's so many factors and angles and people involved it's starting to feel like a house of cards waiting to fall. I'm pretty sure it's meant to be a party, but it feels like we're going to walk into a warzone. The positive is that I haven't had time to think about how little time I want to spend around Jenny. Until right now. Great.

We're a few hours from leaving, plans are in motion, Elise is showering before she reveals our costumes, and I come to a realisation.

Where the fuck does Jenny live? I know she's at Gene's, but... Where's that? How did I plan an entire evening with detail to rival the Iliad and I forgot to check where we were-

Oh right, Gabriel texted it to me.

I may be a tad nervous.

"What have you lost?" Elise asks as she returns, wrapped in a fluffy towel from her recent shopping trip. Some people may be offended by the implication that I've messed something up, but given my freak out I just think Elise knows me too well.

"Nothing, thought I'd forgot to find out the address... I've got it." I admit. Elise snorts as she shuts the door behind her and goes to get dressed.

In my defence, he only sent it to me yesterday, and my sister did come out to me in that time, it's natural something might've slipped out of my memory... Or I'm an idiot... Or both. I watch Elise put on her underwear, not just because we've been so tired this week we haven't had sex and wow, I never thought I'd miss someone else's vagina this much.

Instead, I'm anticipating the grand unveiling of our costumes, since until I know what I'm wearing I'm stuck waiting in lounge wear. It's sending my anxiety crazy, I like to be prepared well ahead of time... Ironic, given my morning schedule, but I mean in terms of important stuff!

"Like what you see?" Elise grins as she notices my staring while she puts on her bra. "Looking's free, the rest... Well, you'll have to make it worth my while." She continues flirtatiously. My girlfriend is the only person I know with as much of a libido as me, I guarantee her words are stemming from that frustration... Hey, we've got a long night ahead of us, maybe we'll find somewhere quiet once everything's sorted.

"Be careful what you wish for." I respond, matching her tone. "But I was thinking you'd show me what I'm wearing tonight?" I add, turning the conversation back to the priority.

Elise seems disappointed by my seriousness. "Ideally, you'd never wear anything and we'd never leave the bed, but c'est la vie." She sighs, before reaching into the closet and pulling out a dress bag. She lays it out flat on the bed and gestures for me to open it.

I unzip the bag and spy a bolt of white from the dark bag. I pull the hangar out and my outfit is revealed. It's a long pure white dress, with gold trimmings... And a cape! I love capes, why did we as a society stop wearing capes? Capes are amazing. I don't entirely know what my costume is meant to be until Elise place the accessories on the bed. Wings and a halo. I'm an angel. Oddly, I'm pretty sure purity and virtue were the last things on her mind when she bought this, looking at the neckline.

"You like it?" She asks, awaiting my acknowledgement. I can't help but admire her tenacity, she managed to pick an outfit that looks good, works for Hallowe'en, and lets her stare at my tits.

"I love it, I half expected you to go with the whole bunny girl thing for my nickname." I smile, I mean it though, the dress is gorgeous, especially when I was thinking I was gonna be in some unitard with my arse on display.

"I thought about it, but then I'd have to go as the Moon, and I don't think I could pull it off." She chuckles. I dunno, if anyone can make natural satellites sexy, it's Elise. "Instead, I thought about what you said at the hotel..." She continues. I said a lot of things that night that make me worry about her costume.

She pulls out another bag and unzips it, revealing a sleek flowing black dress, covered in red highlights. Truthfully it looks like it might be one of Rouge's dresses with how gothic it appears. It sort of looks like a witch, but almost like it's burning... Wait, this is obvious, I'm the angel, and she... She's a little devil. My hunch is confirmed when she places a pair of red horns on her head.

"So... What did I say that inspired this? Just so I can say it again, repeatedly." I enquire. If it means she goes this all-out then I sure a Hell don't mind it.

"Well... I was thinking about how you said I was so pure before... And you corrupted me. I dunno, I liked it, and then I couldn't stop thinking about it, and the idea just came to me." Elise explains. I don't think those were my exact words, but better to leave it with the paraphrasing right now. It does occur to me that I may have hit on one of her kinks... Gonna keep that one in mind.

*

All Hallows' Eve is upon us, as the sun sets I start to hear knocks at the door from trick or treaters, each one signalling a new wave of barking from Ruby. I'm not as annoyed as I normally would be, she's not used to this amount of disturbance... Oh shit, am I starting to empathise with the little furball? I've got too much to worry about already! Elise and I don our dresses and prepare our make-up before heading downstairs to rendezvous with Rouge... Who's not ready yet.

In her defence, she does need to get two costumes ready, if she turns up in the same costume as Skye it'll raise all sorts of questions, we need Trish to be completely unaware that Rouge could be anyone other than Skye. So, she has a diversion outfit, then she'll change at the party. I'm fairly certain there have been military operations with less planning than this.

Mum keeps us occupied by demanding pictures of us in our costumes, which reminds me that I need to find out what was going on with that video camera last week... Sadly I don't get time to question it now, as my sister finally appears in her grim reaper attire. The cloak hides her real costume, as well as her bag which contains her mask and wig, it also disguises the fact that her bra's so stuffed it's more sock than flesh.

It's time. We're ready. Our taxi arrives and we begin our journey.

No turning back now.