Prue shuffles around, taking one-inch steps with her head bowed. Now that I think about it, she kind acts like Eeyore from Winne the Pooh.
Thea pets Prue’s head—well, the costume, and then takes off for the kitchen.
She puts some music on and then proceeds to start switching out all the light bulbs downstairs to purple ones.
When I just stare at her she shrugs and says, “I need to set the mood and make it more spooky.”
Like she said, her costume matches mine in the fact that it says The Bun with an arrow pointing to her stomach, and she chose to wear jeans with it.
I’m wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and the apron. I hid the hat, because it was ridiculous and there’s no way in hell I’m actually wearing it. Thankfully, Thea’s been too scattered to realize I don’t have it on.
Yet.
The doorbell rings and I go to answer it.
“Don’t tell me we’re the first fucking ones here,” Jace spits out before I barely have the door open.
“Afraid so.”
He glares down at Nova. “I fucking told you she told us an early time. This is our punishment for being late last year.”
I shrug. “It’s Thea, she’s crafty,” I agree, stepping out of the way so they can come inside.
They’re dressed as The Joker and Harley Quinn. They usually show up as villains, or just something scary. I don’t think they can help themselves.
“Jacen!” I hear Thea call out and I shake my head.
She’s the only person I know that regularly calls him Jacen. He hates it, so that’s why she keeps doing it. She loves getting under his skin and even I have to admit it’s hilarious. Jace isn’t easily riled, but Thea usually knows the right buttons to push.
“The devil,” Jace says back blandly.
I stroll into the room and find them all sitting on the couch.
“When does the party actually start?” Jace asks.
“Another hour.” Thea smiles at him like the cat that ate the canary.
“Tell me you at least have food. I’m starving.”
“Dining room,” I tell him.
He jumps up to take off, but then stops and turns back to Nova. “You want anything?”
“No, I’m good.”
Once he’s gone, Nova smiles at Thea. “You just love messing with him, don’t you?”
“Yep.” Thea nods. “He makes it so easy. I can’t help myself.”
Jace saunters into the room with a plate of food. “What is this?” he asks, holding up something he’s already half-eaten. I can’t tell what it is.
“Donkey balls,” Thea answers and he spits it out all over the floor.
“Fuck, get it out of my mouth.”
Thea laughs, clutching her stomach. “God, you’re so gullible. It’s meatballs, you idiot, like the normal kind.”
Jace glares at the mess on the floor. “It’s probably your hairy fucking balls. I’m pretty sure you’re a dude.”