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Trick or Treat?

Posted on 2006.11.03 at 15:14
Current Music: Monster Mash - Bobby "Boris" Pickett
Backdated to 31st October 2006

Ryssa parked up the car and checked her hair in the mirror, giggling to herself at the way it was piled messily high on her head. She added a few last minute touches to the dark make up around her eyes and got out, retrieving her gifts from the back seat and teetering towards Pete’s front door in spiky shoes higher than she was used to wearing usually, and she wasn’t a stranger to heels.

The front of the house was as it normally was, and Ryssa’s brow furrowed as she frowned. She knew from conversations they had had over the months that Halloween was bigger than Christmas for him, and to see his house in darkness when she had expected it to be lit with pumpkins and lights, and ghosts on strings was a little unsettling. But then with him being a celebrity, maybe he had to keep it low key.

She wasn’t expected. They’d talked on the phone a few days before when she’d still been down in Napier, and she hadn’t expected to get back in time for his birthday, so when she had, she’d decided to surprise him.

She took a deep breath and knocked soundly on the door, feeling a little out of place now in her Helles Belle costume. She knocked again, relieved when she heard movement inside the house. The porch light went on and the door was opened, revealing a hall decked out just the way she had imagined it would be and she grinned at a surprised Pete.

“Happy Halloween!! Happy Birthday!!” She held up the Vampire wine in one hand and the two tacky skull goblets in the other and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Trick or treat? I didn’t bring food, but Paris gave me the number of a hellishly good pizza place, if you feel like ordering in to celebrate?”

Pete stared, a flat out, bug eyed, bordering on rude stare. He couldn't help it. Ryssa looked.... well, ravishing wasn't exactly the right word, but there was a big part of Pete's brain that thought the grisly looking girl tempting him with high camp and pizza was about the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

"Why thank you! Yes, I'm celebrating the fact that I've managed to claw my way another year closer to decrepitude. Come in, my beauty, if you dare." Pete made a show of sweeping his arm and bowing in a grand gesture. "Pizza of the damned, blood red wine, and a woman to share it all with... it's enough to send me to an early grave." Pete kicked a tombstone that just happened to be planted in the center of his living room, complete with a mound of red earth heaped in front of it. He'd been planning to replace that carpet anyway, so why not have some fun? "Just step over Uncle Edgar here, and I'll find you a phone so you can seal my culinary fate."

Pete chuckled as he handed over his cellphone, subtly taking Ryssa's hand to lead her down the hall towards his private theater. "And perhaps I can ply you with the offer of a nice movie while we dine?"

If you need to ask what sort of movie collection a man like Peter Jackson might have in his home.... you probably aren't prepared for the answer.

Happy Halloween to All!

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