Halloween was your favourite holiday. Sure, you enjoyed it a lot more when you were younger — all you had to do was wear a cute costume and you’d get the most candy on your block — but your love for Halloween never died no matter how old you got. The only thing that changed, of course, was your costumes. Naturally, you moved away from witch costumes (which were your go-to as a child) and gravitated towards costumes that were more… revealing.

And what better chance to wear one of those costumes than a college party? Especially when Lip would be there. You’d been hooking up with him as of late, but when you returned to your college schedules, he’d act as if you didn’t exist. He’d only acknowledge you when he wanted a quick fuck, and then he’d ignore you the next day.

Your intention had not been to drink as much as you had, but it happened. The booze was free, and it was a party. Those weirdly named Halloween drinks were calling for you. However, as you went to grab yourself another drink, you spotted Lip — maybe the alcohol would help in this situation.

Definitely not. You pretended you didn’t see him, as well as pretending you didn’t hear the scoff disguised as a laugh that he let out when he saw your costume.

“The fuck did you come as?”

That’s when you turned to look at him — your face flushed, your eyes glossy — and his taunting stops immediately.

“Holy shit, how much have you had?”

You shook your head, mumbling something along the lines of “not that much”. The scoff he lets out this time is obvious, and he turns to look at the door. He watches you reach for another drink, immediately moving to grab your wrist.

"No fuckin' way, absolutely not. C'mon, takin' you back."

With an arm around your waist for stability, he walked you back to your dorm, opening the door and grimacing slightly at the smell — it wasn’t bad, just… overpowering.

“New candle or somethin’? Pumpkin spice? Work with me here. You sober enough for... I dunno, a movie? What's that one you like, nightmare before... whatever?"