When he told his friends that he'd be dressing as a cat for Halloween, he didn't just mean that he'd be putting on cheap cat ears and a tail from Halloween City. No, Cian Latimer would never be caught dead in a subpar Halloween costume.
So, when he showed up to Alvaro's party, he looked like he had just stepped out of a production of
Cats, decked out in an oversized black fur coat over a white unitard he'd spent hours meticulously painting and weaving brown and black fur into. Black fur leg warmers peek out from leather high-heeled boots, with black paw-like gloves covering his hands. He painted a white muzzle and black nose on before gluing translucent wires to the top corners of his mouth as whiskers.
Of course he could never go without looking hot, too, so he'd painted his lips a deep red and gave himself a brown-black smoky eye. He couldn't compromise on the hair, so he just used clip-on brown ears he'd made and hid them in his natural waves. The tail had taken him the longest to make, composed of a wire that he had to attach piece after piece of yarn to so that it would look full.
The house was already quite packed when he'd arrived, though he swore he wasn't
that late, and Alvaro was nowhere in sight. He'd decided to grab a drink before finding his friend, meandering into the kitchen and pouring himself a rum and coke. The red solo cups that had been provided on the tables made him feel inelegant, but he could understand why Alvaro wouldn't trust a bunch of drunkards with his nice crystalware.
The food, at least, was delicious. From kebobs to sliders to cheese spreads to vegetable platters, everything was fresh and cooked perfectly as he picked it up off the serving platters with his fingers. Alvaro definitely made it all himself, a fact he would commend him for if he could find the slippery fucker.
"Cian! Is that you?" a deep, booming voice called, tone colored with laughter and drink.
He turned to notice a few young men lounging in a corner, whooping and waving him over excitedly. While he recognized them from a few parties he'd been to in the past, and knew he'd done several questionable things with them, he couldn't tell you any of their names.
Alvaro could wait a few minutes.
He eventually manages to sneak away from the rowdy men and the few women that had meandered over to flirt with them some fifteen minutes later or so, trading his now empty rum and coke for some gin and tonic. He leaves the kitchen and pushes his way through the crowd, more determined in finding his friend to praise him for his great set up.
He finds him near the dance floor, back turned away from him while he converses with a group of people, though he'd recognize him anywhere.
"Alvaro! Congrats on the location this year, you've done a great job with it. Food is good as shit, too," he grins, wrapping an arm around the man's shoulders.
"I think we should hold a séance together later," he says, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.
Finally paying mind to the other people around them, he freezes when he sees that familiar blue and topaz gaze.
"Simon?" There's the man himself, dressed in an elaborate and Victorian-esque suit with rabbit ears. Combined with Al's skimpier outfit, it's clear they were going for a Mad Hatter and March Hare thing.
He shoots a quick accusatory look at Alvaro. He hadn't mentioned inviting either of the trouble twins.
"Nice costumes, everyone," he smiles diplomatically.
"Well, I just wanted to say hello, I should go g—"
He tries to excuse himself, extracting his arm from Alvaro's shoulders, but he's blocked by a winded Leviathan rushing over, all blinding smiles and floppy rabbit ears. His costume looks similar to Simon's, though more of a white variant, clearly matching the whole
Alice in Wonderland theme.
"Hey guys! I'm sorry I'm late!" he pants.
"You all look amazing."