I have a dark smoky eye with a translucent glimmer, black eyeliner around the tops and bottoms, thick, bold lashes, and a nude lip. My long, chocolate hair is half pulled back, with large loose curls hanging down my shoulders, topped off by a halo headband. But the icing is the outfit. I have on a white, lacy, tank corset that ties up front and pushes my breasts up for maximum cleavage, and there are small wings attached to the back. The white vinyl mini hangs low on my hips, showing my midriff, and I’ve got on white vinyl go-go platform boots.
Excitement begins to stir looking at a new me. Bree outdid herself with the devil costume she put together. She is wearing skintight red pants, a strapless red top, and black heels. She has attached her devil tail and of course has horns. Paige has on cave girl costume to match friends that are dressing cave men and women.
“Picture time! We need proof of Sophia looking like a vixen angel.” Paige says while taking out her phone.
We arrive on Sixth Street, and I can’t believe the mayhem. The street is blocked to traffic, and there must be thousands of people walking around drinking and laughing in costume. The street seems to be its own party, ignoring the rows of bars that surround us. It is a sight to take in.
“You weren’t kidding about Halloween in Austin, huh, Bree,” I yell at her over the crowd, laughing and soaking up all the sights and sounds.
We make our way into The 504, the club we agreed to meet at, heading straight to the bar. Bree orders lemon drop shots and our drinks. When the bartender drops everything off, we tap the bar with our shot glasses and down them. We grab our drinks and walk around to find Paige’s friends who arrived earlier. We find them standing around a couple of tables toward the back corner of the room, and I text Caleb, letting him know we arrived and where to find us.
Several minutes later I hear Caleb say, “where’s Sophia?” I look to the girls, who are smiling and pointing at me.
Bree gives me a wink, and I turn around, “Right here. What do you think?” I cock my hip, shrug my shoulders, and give him my most innocent smile.
His eyes widen as his lips pull down, but Wes fills the silence with, “Damn girl, that’s—”
“Fuck off, and put your eyes back in their sockets, shithead!” Caleb cuts off his statement, taking the couple steps to me, encircling me with his arms, and planting a deep kiss of possession on my lips.
“That’s all you’re wearing?” he asks in my ear.
“Yup. You like?” I search his expression for acceptance.
“I do, but so does every other guy in here.”
“But remember, I am here with you. As long as you like, I’m happy. Now come and meet Paige’s friends.” I turn back toward everyone to introduce Caleb. No surprise, Jason and Wes have already introduced themselves.
Jason and Wes are so easygoing and relaxed, even their costumes match their personalities. Jason came as Hugh Hefner in pajamas and a smoking jacket, and Wes came in a toga, made of a sheet. Caleb came as vampire in black with a cape and fangs, which matches his often-brooding personality.
While Caleb is at the bar getting more drinks, I feel a pair of arms come around my waist and a loud smack kiss on my cheek. “You are giving me a fucking woody, Sophia!”
I turn around to hug Preston. He picks me up for a huge hug and a friendly quick peck.
“Eww… Is that what I am feeling?” I reply, laughing.
He still has me in his arms when I hear, “Get your fucking hands off her!” Caleb’s demeanor is menacingly, his eyes narrowed, and chest puffed out.
I quickly move out of Preston’s embrace, saying, “Caleb, this is Preston Hayes, one of my best friends from home. Preston, this is Caleb Martin…” I leave the statement hanging because I’m not sure what Caleb is to me; we haven’t talked about it.
Caleb just nods his head, so Preston makes the first move by extending his hand to Caleb.
“Nice to meet you.” Preston’s stance is confident, almost arrogant. Caleb takes his hand and shakes it. Briana and Paige come over to hug Preston, then introduce him to everyone.
Preston is from the wealthiest family in our hometown. He is a big guy, about six feet tall, with a football player’s large, lean frame. He’s incredibly handsome with brown hair and brown eyes. He was the quarterback and most popular guy in school, the one that every girl wanted. Briana dated him our junior year, but they eventually broke up and remained friends.
Caleb takes my hand and pulls me into the hallway leading to the restrooms. "What the fuck, Sophia. You just let guys grope you?" His anger is now directed at me.
"No, I don't. Preston is my best friend. I was saying hi. That's all!" I raise my voice in return.
"It looked like more than hi to me. And when he picked you up, your skirt rode up. You gave a free show of your ass to everyone around!" His glare is murderous.
"He’s just a friend," I reiterate. "I'm sure he didn't realize my ass was showing." I muster up the courage to place my hands on his chest and tiptoe to meet his lips. "Let's have fun tonight. No fighting. Okay?" I desperately try to defuse the situation, hating confrontation.
"Fine, but he better keep his fucking hands off you."
"Fine," I respond back, smiling, hoping this doesn't ruin our night.
We get back to the group, and Wes is watching me with sad eyes. I give him a tight-lipped smile back and shrug my shoulders. He walks away and returns with a test-tube shot girl.