Sarah Miller // Stephanie Brown (itseggplant) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2009-11-01 21:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | #halloween plot, james miller, sarah evans |
who → James & Sarah
what → Hallowe'en shenanigans
when → 11pm onwards, Hallowe'en
where → The Haunted House
warnings → Language and mentions of sex.
status → Compelete.
James knew a thing or two about fear and Halloween wasn't what jumped to mind when he thought of it. A bunch of kids with eggs and a bunch of people in half assed costumes never seemed to do it for him. He was usually impressed if someone made an effort but the time he saw the Superman who should have been renamed Super Size Man for the way he was coming out of that costume, he guessed that sometimes people playing dress up could be a little scary. Using a "beam me up Scotty" to get over the pond was inconvenient if the rest of him didn't make it but not that scary. He figured there'd be a sign up: leaves bits behind, contact splinching department for more information. Both those things could qualify on the fear-o-meter. What didn't was a little house with some spider webs out the front of it. Spiders just weren't that scary. You know when spiders are scary? When they're giant ones trying to lay eggs in you. That's when they're scary. A bit of stretched cotton and some plastic creepy crawleys? Swing and a miss for the rookies. That was not about to send him home with wet panties, especially when Sarah had been taunting him about this costume. Kicking back and waiting for her revelation was easy a freaking pie. Assuming he wasn't getting stood up. Halloween wasn’t a scary holiday. If you wanted a scary holiday then you should try shopping the day after Thanksgiving, that was scary. Halloween was fun. It was an excuse to dress up like a slutty version of her former self, get high on sugar, get drunk on cheap booze and then get James to take her home where there would hopefully be a completely different type of indulgence. Sure the party was in England, and it was a little inconvenient but Sarah figured that by the time the party would be dying down there would be one heating up back home if she was still in the mood to dance and fake being scared. All she had to do was find the place, and then she could show off her costume, even if the colours were all wrong. It was still short and tight enough to be worth showing off. After a couple of wrong turns and getting help from a guy dressed up like a Jedi Knight, Sarah finally found the place. And James. “Sorry I’m late, I got lo- ohmygod, what the hell are you wearing?” James cracked up at Sarah the second he set eyes on her. They were such a cliché. All they really needed now was a train to go surfing on. "Ah, Girl Wonder," He said, trying to stop that oh so inconvenient giggling, "All we need is a Rogues Gallery and we are good to give the criminal world the old one-two!" He did a couple of mock punches in the air before straightening up and trying to calm down. She looked hot and while it was a little tacky, they were both tacktacular tonight. It'd be funny for a few hours, anyway. He reached over to give her a peck on the lips, "So do we dare enter?" Sarah quickly went from ‘ohmygoddidheleavethehouselikethat?!’ shock to giggling at the pair of them. Fuck, they were both so unoriginal and ridiculous it was seriously funny, and yet somehow they both managed to look hot while doing it. At least, she was sure that he looked hilariously hot because she was torn between laughing at him and making out with him. “Like this dynamic duo is afraid of a little old house.” She answered, grinning. “There’s just one thing I want to do first.” Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him properly. “Yeah, okay, we can go in now.” She smirked playfully and then pushed the door open and walked into the hallway. She let out a very high pitched squeak (it was not a scream) and took a tiny step backwards. She just didn't like snakes, and those looked pretty lifelike with the wriggling and the scales. Ick. Seriously, ick. "I don't know, Robin," James said, in the most serious and Bruce like manner he could manage. "Looks can be deceiving." The kiss, however, was not deceiving but perfectly normal. He wasn't sure how perfectly normal was meant to be a good thing now, but it worked for them and wasn't that what the important thing was? Oh god, his mind was turning into an after school special. Definitely time for alcohol and crappy Halloween decorations. "Keep your skirt on, Girl Wonder," He chastised, giving her a look of amazement. "This is a hallway. It's not that scary." Sarah shot him a dirty look, like it wasn’t bad enough that she had just squeaked like a little girl or a mouse or whatever. “I thought I saw a snake thing.” She wiggled her hand to illustrate her point. “I don’t like snakes, okay? Their scaly bodies and the way they move. It’s just creepy and wrong. And just shut up, okay? Everyone has weird things they don’t like.” Some people didn’t like spiders, some hated roaches, and while Sarah didn’t like either of those two things, it was snakes that made her skin crawl. She couldn’t see them now though, which was enough to stop her from acting like a complete girl, but it also made her feel completely ridiculous and there was no doubt that would probably make the mocking even worse. Fan-fucking-tastic. “And it’s a dress, not a skirt. You might want to keep that in mind if you want to get me out of it later.” A snake? He hadn't seen any snakes. He wasn't a huge fan of them either, but mostly because they vaguely resembled killer croc. Mind you, he found them fucking hilarious for the same reason. "Whatever, if I can lift it up, I'm happy," James tried to take a peek underneath the skirty part of the dress, "Are you wearing underwear?" His flirtatious commenting was cut off by a weird buzzing noise. Now that was a bit strange. Sounded almost like bees but that would be impossible. "Let's just go on in," He said, hmm-ing to himself about it. He wasn't going to admit to being creeped out. “Yes, I’m wearing underwear.” Sarah said. Like she was going to go to a party wearing something that short without wearing any, at least until she was drunk enough not to care. “They’re green, lacy and you can take them off later.” Now getting out of here and to the actual party, Sarah wasn’t going to argue with that. Especially as the hallway wasn’t exactly freaking her out, but it was a bit scarier than she was expecting. “Yeah, come on, Bat…wing. Whatever.” She headed to the stairs and started going up to the next floor of the house. There was no party on the next floor, which was very disappointing, “Where the hell is this party?” It was like a magical mystery tour through a house with the possibility of maybe running into snakes. Yeah, definitely scarier than she was expecting when she left the apartment. Lacy green underwear was definitely worth getting through the "getting kind of creepy" house for, especially if there was enough to drink that he could find a quiet room for them to make not quiet. He was sure Sarah had a stealthy girl inside her but it wouldn't hurt to try it out on the small scale. "Batwing?" He said, stopping and addressing her in a scandalised tone. "I am Nightwing and like him, I am the stuff of nightmares!" He was sure the quote wasn't exact but what did people want from him in this kind of circumstance? Drink, sex and then maybe he'd be able to rattle of comics like a good little nerd boy. He huffed when they got up to the second floor, "Look, you go down there and see if there's anything and I'll check in here. Meet back here in five, yeah?" “The fashion is the stuff of nightmares, not sure about the rest of you.” Sarah said, amused. It was so easy to wind him up sometimes, and it usually had some funny results. “I’m disappointed in the lack of feathers though, you think you’d put some effort in.” “Yes, because it’s a good idea to split up in the house that’s beginning to get a little creepy.” Sarah said, and rolled her eyes. “Try not to get into trouble or find anything scary without me.” Oh yeah, this was gonna go so well. Sure all the horror movies she’d ever seen were based around the idea that splitting up = death, but this probably wouldn’t be anything like that. Right? The room she went into was surprisingly empty, you’d expect people to have spilled out of the main party and into the house by now but so far the only person she’d seen was James. She didn’t mind looking at him, but come on, there being no one else around was just fucking weird. “Okay, if I was a party, where would I be?” She asked herself before walking into another empty room. “Obviously, not here.” She was just about to head back to declare this floor a dud when there was the unmistakable whirring noise of a power drill. This, this was not good. At all. Yeah, so it was more Steph’s hang up than her own but once you’ve been through something like that in any lifetime the sound was enough to cause the beginnings of a minor freak out. She just wanted to get out of there and get somewhere… else. So she opened the nearest door and just hoped it would lead to the party. No such fucking luck. "Aww, are you feeling scared?" James made a kissy face at her before going to go and have a look. Well, there were definitely sounds coming from the other rooms so while they wouldn't do for some naughty nookie with the girl wonder, they might have the party. Party meant alcohol. Alcohol meant pliability and usually some hilarious stripping. It didn't sound much like music though. Maybe it was a conversation or possibly...laughter? Damn, was he missing the important stuff? If there was hilarity, he did not want to be missing it. It sounded almost like they were really doing a ringer on the rooms though. How could there be that many rooms on this floor, anyway? Had to be magic. Fucking magic. The sound was almost like someone was beating some of the pumpkins. Why would they be-- With a sickening lurch, a memory provided what it actually sounded like and with an embarrassing gag, he fled back the way he came. It looked like a basement. She had no idea how she’d managed to get from the second floor to the fucking basement, but here she was. “Oh this is just fucking stupid now, and I’m still talking to myself. Perfect.” This was the last time she was heading to England for anything, especially a party. Parties were supposed to be fun. This wasn’t fun. Just take a deep breath, look around, and hopefully find a way out. “Yeah, that’s so not gonna work.” Sarah blinked a couple of times and stared at… herself. Another her, in the flesh. Why is it that every single time she ends up in something like this she starts talking and fighting with herself? “Look at you, all alone in the big bad basement. Still, being alone isn’t exactly a new thing for us, is it?” Alternate-her asked. “Come on, you’re gonna have to get used to it eventually. Daddy goes to jail, mommy sends you to boarding school. Not even Andi talks to you much anymore and she’s supposed to be our bff. Our best friend forever, yeah, how long’s that gonna last now she’s banging the Batbaby?” She sighed dramatically. “Even James sends you away and he’s supposed to love us. That’s what he says, isn’t it? Whenever he can be bothered, anyway.” “Shut up.” Sarah said. Yeah, it was the lamest retort ever, but there were things Sarah didn’t like to hear. Things she knew, but hated being confronted with. She knew that everyone would leave her, it was the thing that usually stopped her from getting close to people, and the thing she was the most afraid of. That one day she’d be all alone because no one would ever want her. “Shut up? Ouch. Witty too, how is it that we’re not winning awards for comedy?” Alternate-her asked. “Just face it. We’re dying alone. Just like before. Just without the resurrection due to fan outrage or the power drills.” “No we’re not.” Sarah said, quietly. She didn’t believe it, but that didn’t matter. She just needed to get out of there. To find a door and ignore the taunts from herself. Yes, she’d be abandoned again, but there were way more important things than that and she wasn’t going to let herself have a breakdown in a basement in fucking England. She finally found a door and ran through it, not wanting to spend another second there. That’s how she found the party. She needed a fucking drink. That's funny, he was sure there weren't stairs there before. Maybe that was where Sarah had gotten to, though. He headed up the stairs which seemed a little more bendy than they should have been, considering he was stone cold sober. Actually, he had a beer before he left but for him that was stone cold sober. Maybe it was the air was starting to feel a little thin. Where was everyone? The smell of fresh earth (no, wet earth) was suffocating in the hall and he was getting more than a little close to losing that pizza from earlier. Okay, calm yourself. He took a couple of deep breaths, the smell of flickering into view corpses wafting through, He might have a slightly deranged vigilante in his head but he wasn't one, so calming down didn't really seem to be working. Especially when the next thing he saw was fire and heat expanding outward, the kind of heat that that made his heart race like it was about to take its last beat. Next plan? Run like hell and go for the adrenalin. This got him as far as the party, where there seemed to be another good set of shaken people. So it was just a...wind up? Not very fucking funny. He stopped, bent over and put his hands on his knees and took some very deep breaths and so help him, if anyone said anything, his own fears about what he could turn into wouldn't stop him from wringing their fucking necks. Sarah was on her third very strong drink and she’d managed to stop shaking and – she was never, ever admitting this – crying. She’d discarded the mask and was in the middle of trying to fix her eye makeup when someone else came rushing through the door. James. Well, that answered the question about where he was. “Hey?” She asked, touching his shoulder gently. “Want a drink?” This was turning out to be the worst party she’d ever been to and there probably wasn’t much that could actually salvage the evening. What a fucking disaster. James looked up when he heard a familiar voice with an inviting offer. So that was where she'd gotten to. Deciding to try and be a little bit manly about it, he just nodded in case his tone wavered at all. Boy, did he ever need a fucking drink. He moved across and sat down with a thump as his weight hit the seat. "You look how I feel," He said dryly, looking her over. She did look like she'd been done a number on as well. Some party this was turning out to be. "I'm not going through all that again." Sarah grabbed a couple of beers and something significantly harder as they headed to find some seats and flopped down next to him. “Here.” She passed him one of the beers and downed half of the other one herself. “And maybe I just decided to rock the panda eyed look for once, think of that?” Trying to put a light spin on things just wasn’t making her feel any better. “Yeah, okay, I know I look like shit but you could try to make me feel better by not pointing it out.” “Neither am I. Once through this nightmare was more than enough for me,” Sarah said. She still felt sick and the thought of going through it again was enough to make her go pale. Some things shouldn’t be experienced once, doing it twice would just be asking way too much. “Let’s just stay here for a bit, get drunk ‘til we forget and then we can figure out how to get out. Unless you really just wanna get out of here now?” "You look like Heath Ledger and not in a good way." James deadpanned, taking one of the beers with a sour expression. It wasn't her fault the house was fucking crazy. He reached over and put an arm around her before giving her a quick kiss on the nose, "Well, at least you're a hot mess. I'm just...mess." He stopped and made a face, "This line of thought is not going to a place I like." He shook his head, "No, I'm sticking around to complain to management, get drunk and check for smoke damage." He looked over at her, "Unless you want to bail?" It was only polite to ask, but she could always just say she was the Girl Wonder after one of Tim's dumpings, right? “I tried to fix it!” Sarah insisted, and wiped at her eyes gently to try and get rid of the make up but it didn’t really work. She threw her legs over his knee and reached over to push his hair back. “You’re a hot mess, too. But I’m just a little bit biased.” She finished off her beer, “I’m cool where I am, there’s booze and I think I saw some cupcakes.” She looked concerned, “Do I even want to ask about the smoke damage or are we just not gonna talk about the whole fear house thing? I’m cool with either, but it’s good to know where I stand before I get drunk off my ass and do or say something really stupid.” "Everything is made better with cupcakes," James said, with good natured sarcasm. As shaken as he was, there was nothing like a girl, beer and a sugar rush to help make the bad shit go away. Also, being told you're hot was never going to get old, so it was a damn good excuse to stay sitting there and not admit to being afraid of leaving. "Whatever you're comfortable with, sunshine." He didn't really want to talk about it but that didn't mean that she shouldn't talk about it if she wanted to. Especially if she was wasted. "Just see where the beer takes you." “I’m after the icing,” Sarah admitted. “But, ugh, I’m going to have to move to get some.” She stood up carefully, glad that she’d left the high heels at home in favour for flat-ish boots. The alcohol had gone straight to her head, which wasn’t such a bad thing. She grabbed a plate of food and a fruity looking cocktail and then sat back down, again swinging her legs over his lap. “Beer took me to food, want something?” She offered, resting the plate gently on her knees. “I’m just not gonna talk about it. Maybe later when I’m forced to deal with it. I will say this, in every lifetime I end up arguing with myself. Not fun, or entertaining.” Or all that scary for anyone else. “I think I’m beginning to get wasted. Maybe.” "Let's go to de-nile then," James agreed, with a sigh of relief. "And you're hot when you argue, so it'd be like two hot you'd and I got to say, I am a fan of that." Either he had turned into an incredible lightweight or his nerves were getting to him. He just made himself decide (again) never to go even vaguely near Africa just in case and to keep away from bombs. He wasn't sure how to defuse them. They were complicated these days. "I thought we were going to dance," He mocked, though he would admit he was probably a little unsteady on his feet. "But if you want to stay here and just hang, I'm fine with that." “It didn’t feel hot. And I think bitchy me won, which is just not fair,” Sarah said, sulkily. “If you want you can just imagine two of me arguing with you. Although why you don’t just have the usual threesome fantasy like anyone else is just weird.” She picked at one of the cupcakes, scooping the icing off and then put it in her mouth. “Want the cake part?” She sucked the rest of the sugar off her finger. “We can dance once I’m done eating.” Sarah said, grinning. “I want a sugar rush. You should always have sugar after a scare. Probably. I don’t care if that’s a medical fact or not, I’m going with it.” "Bitchy you - isn't that just Andi?" James replied snidely. "I'm not a usual kind of guy," He gave her an exaggerated wink and took a long drink. It felt like it was clenching his thirst and science could be damned with all it's stuff about dehydration. "Though I'm all for the cake part of the fantasy." He took it out of her hands without warning and shoved it into his mouth. "S'good," He said, with his mouth full. Somewhere, his mother wanted to call him and tell him off and she has no idea why. He didn't know if that was a fact either. "I think you should just always have a rush whenever you can," He told her. "Life's too short not to." “Nope, Andi’s a brunette and can do magic. We’re both completely different.” Sarah answered, smirking. She wrinkled her nose, “Ugh, that’s disgusting.” She made quick work of the other sweet things, trying not to make the whole experience look too pornographic but still giving him something to stare at if he wanted to. “And I know you’re not normal. Normal would be boring.” “In that case, wanna skip the dancing and get straight to the part where we try to find a room?” She asked flirtatiously. There was nothing like a scare, or maybe the alcohol and the sugar, to get the blood pumping. "True," He said, thinking that it would take a major case of PMS and falling to the darkside for Sarah to get as bitchy as Andi seemed to be to him on a daily basis, but that line of thought wasn't conclusive to him getting his leg over so he kept his trap shut. "I'm not boring." That wasn't putting his foot in it. That was making a pretty damn good point! "You're not exactly average either." And that was the way he liked it. She was right, normal was dead boring. "Oh, we're going naughty nookie?" He said, amused. "Yeah, alright, as long as find a room that doesn't end up killing us." “We’re both a little amazing, really.” Yeah, that had to be the booze talking. Or she was getting mushy, but that seemed really, really unlikely. “Not at all boring or normal. Just… y’know, fun and sexy and stuff.” “That’s a prereqythingy, rooms that kill don’t help the… nookie.” Sarah giggled and kissed him. “Come on. Let’s go find a room and get naked.” She stood up and wavered slightly, but she grinned before pulling him along to find a room. It was possible that the night was salvageable after all. At least a little. |