Looks pretty good!

They opened the door and a fairly drunk guy in a bad wolfman costume nearly fell on top of them. The drunk werewolf looked from David to Fatima, then back to David. He raised and lowered his eyebrows up and down and gave them a "ahhh, I see what's goin' on here~" kind of look before ending out with a big, stupid thumbs-up with his tongue out.

The two of them looked at each other nervously then back at the wolf man, Fatima and David both stuck their tongues out and returned his drunken approval of presumed salacious activity in the bathroom with their own thumbs-ups.

The squeezed past him and he laughed as he closed the door.

Fatima and David blushed at each other then nervously walked into the party to find Laylah.

David, now a shirtless Zombie fuckboy, and Fatima, a completely naked girl with her body painted to look like a leotard, weaved carefully through the small groups of chattering, laughing revelers. Nobody seemed to pay Fatima any mind, the costume was working, but she pulled her skull mask down to hide her flushed face. She was shaved bare and naked as a jay-bird, the black paint created only the thinnest diversion from that fact. She began to shiver and she grabbed David's hand. He squeezed it and gave her a "you okay?" look. She nodded, David's large, warm hand giving the naked girl enough comfort to continue the search for their friend.

"Where the hell IS she?" Fatima hissed.

"I don't know..." David said, feverishly looking around for any sign of a-

"WITCH HAT!" David said, pointing to a witch-hat poking out from a small crowd gathered near the kitchen.