Sean wasn’t a big party person. He attended the ones he was expected to, to shmooze with the higher ups and look properly dedicated. But the last parties he’d attended for fun had been with Ashanti.
Molly had managed to convince him into this costume because it wasn’t really, in her argument. Everything but the tin star was his own clothing. Even the range duster she’d brought with her. His jeans, his boots, his button down, even his white hat. Meanwhile she danced as she moved beside him, looking completely crazy and showing way to much skin for his comfort. The spiked dog collar wasn’t helping. She had a mylar helium balloon goldfish tied to a string on her finger. Her hair wasn’t only a rainbow on one side, but slicked over on the other, flat against her head, with all these crazy wires sticking out with butterflies and fish dancing around her head.
“It’s a party. You can be someone else. Someone not stuffy. Be John Wayne. Marilyn wants a dance with you.” Molly spun a circle around him. “Find someone to arrest and put in cuffs.”
Sean shook his head. How did he get himself into these things?
Inside the Circean Delight the party was already started. The music wasn’t too bad. “I’ll get drinks so you aren’t near the bar.”
As she danced away Sean realized he was left standing there alone.