My night [Open]
Oct 30, 2014 19:32:10 GMT -6
Post by Gaunt on Oct 30, 2014 19:32:10 GMT -6
Gaunt strolled down the street, hands tucked in his pockets. All around him, people were out in costume. Parties, bar crawls, the standard Friday night except that there were people dressing as a sexy bag of Skittles. Well, if you were lucky. It seemed like every year there were new costumes that were dumber, lazier, and in poorer taste than the last. It had become a pastime for him, coming out every year to see what new horrors awaited. This year he'd seen more than a few attempts at sexy hazmat suits. A new low, probably. He hoped it was a low.
But he was out, at least, and earlier than he could most nights. Normally Gaunt had to wait for the weird late-night crowd to be up and about, but on Halloween he could go out early. Instead of freaking out, people complimented him on his costume. There was always the fun of people trying to guess who he was. Usually it was some variation on vampire, though occasionally there was some anime thing or Baraka. He'd been getting that one a few times this year.
The Nosferatu leaned against a lamppost, sipping from a flask that was cleverly hidden in a paper bag. Not that anybody wondered what he was doing, but he was pretty sure there was some law about having to cover up alcohol containers if you were outside. He'd have to check up on that when he was back at the Warren. Normally he could get away with it, but that was when he was in a less public space. Besides, he didn't want to have to tell anyone that it wasn't alcohol. That sort of conversation never went well, even in private. In a crowded street, it would get super awkward.
But he was out, at least, and earlier than he could most nights. Normally Gaunt had to wait for the weird late-night crowd to be up and about, but on Halloween he could go out early. Instead of freaking out, people complimented him on his costume. There was always the fun of people trying to guess who he was. Usually it was some variation on vampire, though occasionally there was some anime thing or Baraka. He'd been getting that one a few times this year.
The Nosferatu leaned against a lamppost, sipping from a flask that was cleverly hidden in a paper bag. Not that anybody wondered what he was doing, but he was pretty sure there was some law about having to cover up alcohol containers if you were outside. He'd have to check up on that when he was back at the Warren. Normally he could get away with it, but that was when he was in a less public space. Besides, he didn't want to have to tell anyone that it wasn't alcohol. That sort of conversation never went well, even in private. In a crowded street, it would get super awkward.