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The Holiday Grove, Tuesday Afternoon

There was really nothing quite as fun as shopping for spooky stuff, if you asked April. It wasn't just the knowledge that she was going to have a kickass party, but it also included the sheer delight that came with experimenting with the stuff she was going to potentially buy -- waving fake eyeballs at little kids in the store was the best way to see how scary they were. At present, her sleeves were pushed up so she could squirt some fake blood on her arm to see how realistic it looked.

Oh, yeah, that was very realistic. She tossed the tube and two others like it into her cart and continued shopping.

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Mike was here doing the same thing April was. Except maybe with less scaring children. Also, he was currently browsing the costume racks, which was where he greeted her from.

"Hey, April." He pulled out a costume and held it up in front of himself. "This'd totally get me noticed, right?"

"Sexy," April noted.

Nope. That it very much was not.

"What do you think of this fake blood?" she asked, waving her arm around and sending a terrified child darting into another aisle.

"Very realistic."

He glanced after the poor kid.

"Apparently pretty scary, too."

"Good." April should never be around children. "I'm gonna put it on plates and the floor and the walls and stuff."

Bye-bye, security deposit.

Way to get a slightly weird – if amused! – look from Mike.

"Like just for fun, or...?"

"'m having a Halloween party," April clarified. "But yeah, splattering fake blood is always fun."

That was definitely a smirk.

"Ohh, you're having a Halloween party?"

He would've known that, had he actually listened to radio.

"So are we. Well, technically I am. Derek's more in charge of fliers and being generally grumpy."

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"What are you in charge of?" Because that sounded like all the essentials right there. Advertising and a bad attitude. Yup.

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"Everything else." He shrugged. "Booze, snacks, decorations..."

In that order.

"Music, bloody goblins..." Yeah, she got the idea. Sort of. Mike probably wasn't getting any bloody goblins.

She wiped her arm off on her other sleeve, pondering. "You having it at your house?" It was an annoyingly perfect location for a Halloween party, she had to admit.

"Uh huh. Kind of a waste having it anywhere else when we've got a..."

Mike, the house is creepy. Getting less so with every passing day, but still. Just accept it.

"Well, it's a mansion. So yeah."

"Good place for a party."

Of course she thought that. Of course.

She leaned over to examine a plastic cauldron full of fake eyeballs on an upper shelf. "Can you reach that?"

Mike nodded. "Yeah, of course," he said, as he did just that. Eww, fake eyeballs. "So, you having yours at your apartment?"

"Yep," she said, peering at the eyeballs and apparently finding them satisfyingly creepy. "I have this neighbor who can blow fuses with her mind, so the lighting'll be all creepy."

Well, she'd have to ask first. But that was her plan right now, anyway.

"I could have mine at a different time from yours, if you want," she offered. "Like, later or something."

Mike poked at the eyeballs. As you do.

"I don't know, unless you're talking like a different day or something, last year things went on pretty late. Also, I'd hate for there to be any, like, party rivalry..."

"Yeah, that way leads to horror movies," April agreed.

She had a thought, but she wasn't about to be the one to suggest it. Instead she bounced a fake eyeball in her palm, admiring its squishiness.

Mike wasn't about to jump on it, either. Yet. He'd get there.

"So... You got grand plans for your like, theme and things yet?"

"I was just going with 'scary.'" That was all the theme she needed. "Plus, like, an uninterrupted playlist of Halloween sound effects from the '50s."

It was really starting to sound like Mike's would be the superior party.

"How about you?"

"I was actually here for ideas," Mike admitted. "This is like the second year in over half a decade that I'm not working on Halloween, so I'm not yet an expert on the party organzing side of it.

"Normally my boyfriends drag me to Halloween parties at this bar called The Bulge," April said. "It's a lot of Robert Pattinsons making out with Jonas brothers."

Canon, tho.

"I'm taking a different tack."

Mike wasn't even going to question the bit about the gay boyfriends.

"So, scary things?" he checked. "Fake eyeballs and blood?"

"Yep," April confirmed. "And jello shots. I already started making those."

And drinking them! She was definitely going to have to make more.

"Why? You gonna steal my awesome ideas?" she asked, mostly joking.

"Nah, I was kinda thinking maybe we should think about joining forces," Mike said, picking up a fake bloody hand off a shelf to examine it more closely. "Though fair warning, I'm kinda the jello shot king of this island."

He was joking.

Although yes, he'd thrown a party that had pretty much revolved around jello shots, once. And gotten Kitty spectacularly drunk, so.

"I like that," April informed him, nodding at the hand. "But it'd be better with a manicure. A glittery one."

She absolutely volunteered to spend time meticulously painting the plastic hand's fingernails, yes.

After a moment, she added, "And yeah, I'd do that." Provided that Mike didn't wuss out about the gory stuff, but if he was examining a fake bloody hand, she thought she was probably safe on that front.

"A glittery manicure." Hmm. He gave the hand acritical onceover. Then he nodded. "Yeah, I think that'd work. It'd be funny."

And then he actually looked at her. "Okay," he said. "Cool. Derek's probably gonna hate it, but he hates most joy anyway, so I don't care."

"Hating joy is underrated," April told Mike solemnly. She was a fan of it, herself. "But yeah, whatever."

Derek could deal.

"Sounds good."

"Okay, cool."

He nodded. Not at the hating on joy because he honestly didn't get the logic behind that. But he was used to it, because Derek.

"So, welcome aboard the mansion party team."

"Oh, good," she drawled, "that's way better than having it at my place."

She had a really large mess in her living room that she'd been considering giving a name.

"You like fake blood, right?"

April, no. They'd just de-creepified a lot of that house.

"Not on anything it won't come off of."

Their poor couch had already gotten enough of a dose of real blood, for instance.

April nodded. "I can work with that."

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