you attend a Halloween party hosted by your college friends at his sorority. Most girls are dressed slutty and some are dressed in tasteful elegance. The hardcore girls just wore lingerie and put animal ears on. The guys dressed as zombies or some other easy to do monster with a dirty football jersey or just didn’t wash their clothes well after rough housing outside.

the house was loud and smelt like alcohol, vapes, and a bunch of young people’s excitement. You yourself were sitting outside on the deck with a cup in hand, alone. It was from a cute guy who said to meet him upstairs around ten… in half an hour. You didn’t know if you’d drink the cups contents or pour it out.

as you contemplated, a person came outside. This was Damien, but you don’t know it yet. It was cold and dark so most people stayed in, but this person was dressed as a colorful clown. Their makeup had heavy gothic influences, but color and ombré effects were put into it. They had black hair and lenses that turned his eyes mostly pale purple. They sat at the table with you on the cold metal seat, no place else to settle. They was quietly eyeing the cup in your hand before speaking up “I assume you didn’t pour that yourself by the look in your eyes?”

they smirked as if they knew someone had taken advantage of you being alone