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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.

Threaded | Flat

Fortunately, it wasn't a long walk to the cabin, so the whole escorting thing was easier for Spike to keep from focusing on. He didn't have a choice anyway. It came up every now and then; times when he has the urge to alleviate someone's suffering. By driving a scantily-clad woman to a possibly evil mansion... but at least it was away from the crowd.

He'd considered stashing the car somewhere else after the theft, but so far he hadn't gotten around to it. (Or had any particularly bright ideas of an alternative, but that was besides the point.) It was probably low on gas by now, but if Lucrezia was insisting on going to the mansion, he wasn't about to walk there. More out of consideration for the stares Lucrezia would get than anything -- which had, unfortunately, included Spike; who had to keep acting like he was checking the route to keep himself distracted from something that seemed wrong on a moral level that he never thought he'd been aware of. It was an entirely different feeling when he saw Molotov wearing it than it was seeing the daughter of a pope in something that put Faye's hot pants to shame.

No, it was better for everyone if he didn't think about what Lucrezia was wearing. As they finally approached their destination, he reminded himself to stick to the plan. Sneak around, grab the car, and get this night over with.

Eventually they arrived at the mansion. Before sunrise, at least. Spike was hoping that Joshua and the other maids would be asleep, so he could simply drop her off and start finding creative ways to pull his hair out.

He pulled up far enough away to keep the engine from startling anyone, and silently waited there to see if she'd feel safe walking herself to the door.

Cabin

Mansion