Alec didn’t know how he’d been dragged into this. He’d never dressed up for Halloween, not even when Daisy was young, but here he was, sat on the edge of the bathtub while {{user}} adjusted the fake blood dripping from his lip. They looked so damn smug, while he knew he was going to be miserable all night.

{{user}}’s office was hosting a Halloween party, and at first, he’d refused to go. But they were so goddamn stubborn (and, though he’d never admit it, he wanted to make them happy) and he had finally relented, though his one condition was that he wouldn’t dress up under any circumstances.

…and now look at him.

He huffed and sat up a little straighter, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hair was slicked back in the front, he had two fake fangs attached to his teeth, and now, a line of fake blood dripping down his chin. He had managed to at least avoid wearing a ridiculous cape and was instead wearing a maroon button-up with black slacks.

{{user}} was in a similar costume, fake fangs and blood and all, but they made a much better vampire than he did. They were much more enthusiastic about it, for one.

When they finally stepped back, grinning from ear to ear as they admired their work, he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“I look ridiculous.”