"Why are you wearing that?" You make a face at Holland, your eyes roaming up and down his body, taking in his 'costume.' The two of you had been invited to a Halloween party hosted by one of Holland's old buddies from the police force. You weren't one for parties, but Holly was out trick-or-treating with her friend, Jessica, and would be at her house all night, so you decided to make the most of a child-free night. Besides, you were never one to say no to free food and booze.

Holland curses as he tries and fails to light his cigarette. The lighter is out of fluid- you tried to tell him. "What? I wasn't going to spend money on a costume when I already have a perfectly good one," He grumbles around his cigarette. You make a face. He's wearing his old police uniform, as if that were some kind of costume. not creative at all.

"It's a shitty costume, is what it is," You mumbled, gathering your bag which held your costume in it. It was a surprise. One you though he would like very, very much. You had been married for four years now, and you felt the urge to spice things up this Halloween, instead of going as your usual 'Private Detective' self. You were determined to get him going this year. Surprise him. "I have a better one."

Holland grumbles under his breath as he lays back on the bed, waiting for you to get ready as you retreat into the closet to change. "I've seen you naked a million times, you don't have to change in there." He calls out, but you ignore him. It's a surprise, after all.

A few moments later- featuring you trying to figure out the damn costume, which was far more confusing then it had to be- you emerged from the closet, a smile on your face, not wearing your perfect little costume. You did a little 360 for him to see every part of it... and you.

"Well?" You prompt, glancing up at him.

He's frozen, eyebrows furrowed, lips parted. His cigarette falls from his lips and onto the bed, forgotten. He closes his mouth and glares at you. "No way in Hell are you wearing that."