Halloween Costume Surprise

Every year my partner and I have a little bet. Whoever guesses the first day the leaves start to change color in the fall correctly wins. If neither of us are correct then whichever of us guessed closest to the actual date wins. This year I guessed September 30th and she guessed October 10th. They started to change color October 12th. Our town holds a Halloween party every year. There is this large home, a mansion really, where it’s held. There are outside activities, a few wholesome fun stuff for kids, the first floor is for a lot of mingling and there are contests like best costume with the winner’s receiving little handmade trophies. You also win bragging rights as we are a pretty small town and everyone knows everyone. Upstairs is a very special part of the party, it’s adult only, lot’s of drinks are served, but more importantly it also functions as a giant orgy where people get to let off some steam taking advantage of wearing costumes to have some roleplay fun. The winner of the bet between my partner and I gets to pick out the costumes both of us will be wearing to the party. Since my partner won, they get to pick.

It was a few hours before the Halloween party and my partner still hasn’t told me what our costumes will be. Instead they tell me to wait downstairs while they prepped our bedroom. I wasn’t sure what they meant, but I waited like they told me.

After about an hour I hear my partner yell, “Okay, I’m ready! Come upstairs!”

I go to our bedroom upstairs and enter to find the whole room littered with small boxes. The boxes are all the same size and all are colored in orange and black stripes.

“What is this?” I ask.

“These are your options,” My partner says.

“My options?” I ask.

“Yes,” they say, “Now pick a box. Open it and tell me what's inside. That will determine your costume for the night. I also have a corresponding costume to go with whatever you end up picking.”

“Just any box?” I ask, “You don’t care which one?”

“Nope,” They say, “I want it to be random. It’s more fun that way.”

I look at the assortment of boxes before me. There are several on each of our dressers, there are a lot on our bed and the floor is littered with them. I feel a little overwhelmed.