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Who: Spike (

gottaknockhard), Lucrezia (

heloise), Joshua (

ofhope), Brock (

samson), and Molotov (

molotov)
What: Unfortunate results of cosplay
When: July 7th
Where: Brock's cabin -> Joshua's mansion
Rating: PG

The whole thing had been a pretty funny joke, if Spike stood back and looked at it. The obvious, harmless kind that the castle always takes one step too far.

When he went to the party, he hadn't actually planned on being invested in any of the festivities. His purpose for stopping by had involved curiosity over someone who he really had no right to be checking on, and maybe getting a bite to eat. Somehow that led him to wearing a costume of one of his best friends, right down to the toy knife at his side and a yellow wig that kept him scratching at his neck as it brushed against it. That was awkward enough, but the fact that Lucrezia took his lead and dressed as Brock's wife, just added a few layers.

Regardless, he hadn't needed much convincing when Lucrezia asked him to take her home.

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Lucrezia has started to become an expert in reading his mind. Another sign that he's been spending too much time hanging around, after he knows exactly what that leads to.

He nods, following behind. No use for protest now unless he wants to cause a scene. Better that he save face and show how unbothered he is by the whole ridiculous situation.

Lucrezia stops just by the end of the hall, turning about to smile his way, all brightness and light.

"Will you not kiss me goodnight?"

He halts his steps for half a second, just long enough that he can't recover before she can see the dumbfounded look on his face.

"That's very funny."

Her laughter is loud and free, the kind that echoes against the walls even as she turns to walk away and find Joshua, wherever he might have wandered to. She might have granted him one, after all a kiss comes at no cost, at least not to her.