SS Halloween Special Ch 13

The party isn’t anywhere close to slowing down. Elsa and Apple make their way to the kitchen for fresh drinks, and both the edible that Elsa took earlier and her drinks are starting to do their jobs. She’s no longer miserable, and wallowing in self-pity doesn’t even occur to her. The music sounds good, and she doesn’t mind having to squeeze past a lot of people, some of whom are total strangers.

The girls on the good sofa in the TV room have made space for Kylie, while Colby has been relegated to sharing an armchair with Sumita. Ying is in the sitting room, chatting with someone Elsa doesn’t know. They aren’t participating in the dancing.

Elsa can hang out with pretty much anyone, but that’s not true of Apple. The redhead hides it well, but she’s disappointed by what happened downstairs. The correct thing to do is to keep her company, and with the power of substance ****, that can be tolerable.

“Hey!” Elsa jumps, but it’s impossible to know who just touched her butt. She gets her refill and takes Apple to the TV room. When Graciella refuses to move, Elsa plops in her lap. That’s enough to get spots for her and Apple on the lumpy couch, although they have to deal with Graciella lying on top of everyone.

It’s warm and cozy, and Elsa’s buzz makes everything better. She’s ready to melt, surrounded by people she more or less likes, and bathed in the flickering light of the TV. The dark room is wonderful. She can almost forget her uncomfortable costume. She doesn’t care when someone spills wine on her, and she doesn’t care that she’s being squished.

Everything is perfect until her decisions catch up with her. Specifically, she needs the restroom.

“Fuck,” she mutters.

“I know. It’s really bad,” Apple says, referring to the movie. Elsa looks down to find that Apple isn’t just crammed against her; she’s actively snuggling. When did that happen?

She awkwardly turns in her seat, peering into the living room. Where is Ying? Someone has to help her out of this costume. All the costumes are distracting.

An unexpected splash of green and red appears. Elsa’s jaw drops.

It’s Kayla Jameson in the flesh, and there’s a lot of flesh. She wears a low-cut, leafy singlet that covers about as much as a one-piece swimsuit. Her boots and gloves are green, and there’s a green wreath in her bright red hair. She’s somebody from a Batman cartoon, and she is radiant. The costume barely contains her soft, pale bust. Her skin is luminous. Her lips look so soft. This is more than just beer goggles. Elsa swallows with a gulp, staring so hard that it hurts.

What is she doing here?

Kayla looks around with a curious sort of amusement as Donut’s unicorn costume goes by. She isn’t even holding a drink yet. She must have just arrived. Is she meeting someone? Most of the women who turn up here solo at these things are curious but too pussy to try the biker bar. Is that what Kayla’s doing? Well, if she’s curious, Elsa is for damn sure going to be the one to satisfy it.

“Oh!” Apple says as Elsa pulls free and gets to her feet. A sudden head rush almost makes her overbalance, but she catches herself and stumbles determinedly out of the TV room.