Who: Tino and Mia When: backdated to Halloween night Where: Bailey household What: party? harassment? who knows with these two! Rated: TBD
It was a relatively nice night for having snowed just two days prior, though by the looks of the town, you'd never know it. Almost all the white had melted, leaving an unpleasant sinking feeling when walking on grass, and a slick layer of pavement when driving. But that didn't matter to Tino. Not now, anyways. Monday wasn't about talking about the freak weather that past weekend, or whatever recent event going on in the news, or anything. It was about Halloween. Candy, girls in slutty costumes, and more importantly, Mia Bailey.
He'd been invited to the little shindig he was now attending by, who he could only assume to be, the mother of the girl he was trying to bang (again). He'd even opted out of defacing public property with his friends, something he wasn't really into in the first place, to dress up like a tool and play nice with the neighbors. Of course, Tino played up his Italian heritage that evening with his exaggerated fake mustache and his overalls. Mario was about as Italian as you could get without crossing borders, and he was having a grand time playing it up.
It'd only been about fifteen minutes since he'd arrived when he saw her. He was standing by the refreshment table. It was a convenient spot for conversation and goodies-- a place that Tino swore by at any party. She didn't seem to have much of a purpose, except avoiding the many bowls of candy in lieu of a piece of celery or the occasional carrot stick. Tino decided then and there that he needed to remedy that. He was going to give her a purpose.
Pushing off the wall, he made a beeline straight for her. Fuck being nonchalant. Tino was always bold and confident in what he did. He plucked a lollipop off a nearby table and stuck it in his mouth as he walked, stopping only when he was standing right in front of her. "Sup?"