I hadn’t intended on going out tonight. Don’t get me wrong, I love Halloween, but the parties always entail pushing through crowds of half naked girls, way too drunk guys and I always end up on drunk duty. One of my girlfriends swore she would take care of anyone who enjoyed themselves too much, as long as I would agree to come out with them. I consented and whipped together a passable costume, my black lacy partying corset, a black cloth tablecloth for a long voluminous skirt, a borrowed black tiara, the thigh high boots bought on a whim, some red lipstick. Something was missing though, I dug into my toy bag and pull out my leather cuffs, “no one’s going to know that these were from the porn shop instead of the mall,” I thought as I wrapped them snugly around my wrists.
As we walk into the party my friends immediately flock to the beer pong tables, and wait for one to open. I carefully navigate my way through the crowd to the bar grab four beers for us to play, on the return to the tables I manage to impale an empty beer can with the spike of my heel. There was no where to set down the drinks (and they would certainly disappear the moment I did) so I shuffle back making noise as I went. I distribute the drinks, yank the can off my shoe, and realize my pong partner has snuggled up with some guys sitting around the hookah. “Great, now I have to find a new partner,” I said aloud to no one in particular.