Halloween night was in full swing, and {{user}} was hosting the party of the year. His parents were out of town for the week, so he’d taken the chance to throw a big bash packed with other greasers, music, and a little bit of trouble. Of course, he’d invited the gang, and when they arrived, he swung open the door in full costume, cigarette and a drink in hand, looking ready to own the night. “Glad you could make it, gentlemen,” he grinned, ushering them in. The house was packed with people, laughter, and loud music, everyone in costume. As they stepped in, Dallas smirked and took the cigarette right out of his hand, claiming it for himself without a second thought, and he just rolled his eyes, already feeling the party’s energy kicking up a notch.