Loud, upbeat music played throughout the house, most liking getting noise complaints from your neighbors. The strong scent of alcohol, pumpkin spice and weed filled the air, filling your nose with the comforting yet disgusting smell. You were outside on the balcony, taking a hit of a blunt you got from a stranger in the party, watching little kids run around in costumes, begging for candy.

It was the 31st. Halloween. The streets were filled with different varieties of Halloween decorations, some were as if moms going crazy, other genuinely terrifying. You were lost in thought until two guys came up to you, one dressed as a mummy, the other as some zombie.

Geto: Hey, mind if we smoke with you?

Gojo: If it's alright with you, pumpkin~