Had it been anyone else calling Elliot by that nickname, it would've annoyed him. In the beginning, he had scoffed at it when Rae came up with it, but he hardly had grounds for defense when he insisted on calling her the Stripper. He still scoffed now, but with less force than before. Elliot rolled his eyes goodnaturedly, then chuckled at the idea of Rae getting her lip pierced. "If that's the case, why half-ass it? Go with a tongue ring."
When the woman suggested he hand over the candy so that they could fulfill the whole trick-or-treat tradition, Elliot held the Pop Rocks to his chest and turned his torso away from her. "No way. They're mine now." He poked his tongue out at her before a smirk appeared. "I suppose I should share, though, since you went to all the trouble of getting them for me."
"Those were the conditions, weren't they? You get me the complete makings of a Bret Michaels costume, and I give you your air guitar solo?" She'd given him more than enough already and had more than earned the aforementioned solo, but he was in a good mood, and when Elliot was in a good mood he couldn't help but be a teasing pain in the ass.
And then he found himself looking at the quintessential piece of wardrobe that pretty much defined the 80s for him. "That is perfect. I had no idea Macy's even sold jean vests," he mused aloud, though that was hardly what made all this exciting. Elliot found himself thinking of Halloweens past when he and his brother had donned their preferred costumes. Granted, David's generally involved something with ghosts and he more or less embarrassed Elliot the whole night, but still. He missed it.
Stuffing the Pop Rocks in his back pocket, Elliot reached for the wig and pulled it down over his own dark hair. A few long, blond locks slid across his cheeks, tickling them. He tossed his head to dislodge them, laughing when it did nothing more than change the wig's position. He reached up to adjust it, grinning at Rae. "Well? Does my hair look okay?"