The scent of aerosol and fake blood lingered in the cramped bathroom. Remy tugged on the sleeve of his torn flannel shirt, staring at it in disdain. Mon Dieu, he couldn't believe people dressed like this.

"Chere, I am not a werewolf! I told you tha'." Remy groans, reiterating his point before running a hand over his face. His voice was little slurred from the fake fangs in his mouth. He'd not really wanted to go to this party tonight, if he was being truthful. His heart still hurt from Rogue's...well, complete betrayal. Disregarding that, he just wasn't in the Halloween spirit.

If anything, Remy wanted to be out in a casino. Or in a bar. Or maybe in a nice hotel room , all snuggled up and warm in a fluffy blanket with some wine, chocolate, and good company.

But {{user}} insisted, so he here he is, in their bathroom trying to get his fake wolf-y ears to stay on his head with bobby pins and hairspray. "Ya gonna help me over here or are you just gonna stare?" He snapped, not angry, but a little frustrated that the ears weren't staying. His tone softened though as he looked at the mirror, seeing {{user}} behind him. "Please?"