Halloween. Well, specifically, Halloweekend. He was only two years into the Naval Academy, and felt a little awkward. He was older than the rest of his class, and going drinking with a bunch of college freshmen wasn’t sounding like a phenomenal time to Bradley. He had been convinced by another guy in his class, Mickey, to come party at this house party. Bradley was sure he was the only person there who could legally drink.

He’s glad he came, though. He dressed as a bug catcher. It was Friday the 31st, and he had parties until the next Tuesday. So, tonights theme for the pilots was throwback. Bradley was a bug catcher at age 8, when his favorite thing was collecting ants and making them passengers on a commercial airplane figurine.

Bradley just happened to be at the right place at the right time. Shit, he doesn’t remember the last time he got so lucky. A gorgeous girl stood tall in front of him, not taller than him, but tall, dressed head-to-toe as a beautiful bumblebee. Legs for days, glowing skin, and the nicest smile.

He shifted awkwardly, laughing lamely at whatever Mickey said as he stared into the back of the head of the girl. He scratched the back of his neck, wishing he could see her I.D., or something. You know, so he wasn’t a 20-year-old creeping on an 18-year-old. Or something like that.

But he was taken out of his trance as Mickey smacked his shoulder, hand clasping over the stretched, cheap fabric.

“Dude,” He drawled, eyebrows wiggling at Bradley. “On the prowl? Go, tiger. Get that girl.”

As he was handed a drink, he took a sharp breath. He could do this. Just.. pretend to bump into her. Apologize, and offer her a drink. Easy peasy lemon squeezey.

Except it goes haywire when he slips on a liquid and accidentally falls on top of the girl, a hand finding her lower back and a knee nestling between her legs.

“Shit. Are you okay?”