Inside the Maze
Contrary to plans for a quiet night, he was here, and might as well attempt to enjoy himself. Dressed like a millennial chai-guzzler with an errant 'Y' in his name somewhere that was meant to be unique wouldn't have been his first choice, but beggars couldn't be choosers. There were vampires dressed as suns, and an actual reaper dressed as an undertaker, and God knows what else. The place was a nightmarish wonderland. He was torn. He both hated it, and couldn't deny the feeling that he was, for the first time since his change, at home. His company didn't hurt. She looked like a Penny Dreadful, and hadn't said anything too insane, or threatened to turn him into honey. A good start.
"You realize a lover's maze is designed to reinforce that horny Elizabethans should abstain until marriage, right?" Partners were split up, meant to find each other in the middle, symbolically. Until then, they were only permitted brief touches through shrubbery, whispered clues and directions and glimpses of each other. Before he could protest, the line jockeyed forward and split them into their two respective entrances. "Thing, you're a handful," he called before Aria disappeared from sight. Immediately, he regretted allowing himself to be nudged into the dark vegetation alone. A glittery red plasma floated in the middle of the evergreen aisle less than ten meters in. "Morticia?" he called. "Sparkly red Caspar. Okay to walk through?" He skirted past the haze, pressed against a shrub looming overhead. The unexpected sensation of hands grabbing at him from inside the shrub launched him forward into the tail end of the crimson cloud of glitter. "Too late," he grumbled, sloughing goopy sparkles off the front of his vest.