"This will be absolutely fucking perfect," Gerard said, finally lifting the frock coat out of his totally-not-a-costume-chest costume chest. Mikey mocked him about it a lot, but the fact was, you never knew when you needed a disguise, or a costume for a ball. Plus, sometimes you just had a day where you felt like dressing up as a super hero. Most of the costumes were from his grandmother. She'd loved making clothes, and sometimes she'd made them for Gerard: creations out of comic books or history lessons or just their own heads. They'd gleefully picked out the perfect buttons and trim and patterns, mixed and matched and destroyed until it looked just right.
"It's long on me," he said, turning around and grinning at Spencer, lopsided and too bright. He felt so fucking antsy, couldn't stop moving. What'd he do with his drink -- ah, there, on the dresser. He kicked aside the mound of costumes he'd already gone through and headed back towards Spencer. "My grandma made it for me to wear with these kickin' boots, right? So now I can't wear it at all, lost the fucking boots, but it should fit you perfectly. Might be a bit snug, but that's hot, right?"
Gerard held the coat up to Spencer, black and just slightly threadbare, tarnished brass buttons lining the sides, cinching at the waist with a twisted chain. The inside is blood-red silk, and Gerard thinks it'll look fucking sweet with the mask and hat, especially if he manages to coax Spencer into the make-up.
"Oh, glitter, right," Gerard said shiftily, and then widened his eyes and shook the coat invitingly. "Try this on! And oh, you gotta try this drink Pete and I invented it last night -- Unity Christmas House Bomb. 'Cause of, um, the colors. Unseasonal, right? But it's fucking delicious, try it!"
He left Spencer with the red-and-green drink and poked through his make-up case once more -- fuck, why had Gerard chosen a costume without any possibility of make-up for himself? Oh, well, it still had perks. Just not the kind that went with red lipstick. Another day.
Gerard looked up, biting his lip and examining Spencer's face thoughtfully. He was thinking diamonds, dark harlequin diamonds over each eye, like a slash of darkness from eyebrow to cheekbone, right down the center. And then maybe accent, shade in a bit with red. Black glitter at the corners...
"Soooo," he said, trying for nonchalance, meandering towards Spencer with a few pencils in his hand. "I know you have a mask and all, but just out of curiosity, how do you feel about eyeliner?"