Makayla Richberg (makknows) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-04-23 19:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, mak, mak x sabrina, sabrina |
Who: Mak and Sabrina
When: Wednesday, Oct 18, after school
Where: school and then Spooktacular!
Status: Complete
Mak felt slightly better on Wednesday, like she could focus more on school. Her neck and boob were still bruised and sore, and she’d noticed a couple of lingering glances, but so far nobody had asked her about it. She’d been grateful that her mom seemed to be too engrossed in a work project to really look at her too much. Mak had been avoiding both parents pretty well -- it helped that she’d always been pretty independent, so none of this was super strange. Doing a shift at the library the day before had helped her feel more normal and balanced too, there was something calming about being around all those books.
She hadn’t gotten a chance to really talk to Sabrina face to face, though they’d kept in touch through texts and snaps and Mak had seen her in the halls a few times. That didn’t feel like nearly enough, so once the final bell rang, Mak went to Sabrina’s locker to wait for her. They were going to do something today. As long as Sabrina didn’t have to work. And as long as she wanted to. They were maybe going to do something today.
Sabrina knew it was probably shitty to avoid her friends after everything that had happened, and she wasn't trying to wallow in self pity, but it was difficult to brush away the guilt she'd been feeling ever since Friday. She knew they would say differently, but none of this would have happened if Sabrina hadn't bought the board in the first place. Yes, it could have been worse, but it had been pretty bad. She wasn't fully avoiding Mak. They were texting and everything, but she hadn't really been up for talking face to face with anyone.
Still, she wasn't super surprised to see Mak waiting at her locker after school ended. Sabrina couldn't exactly turn and run off, so she offered Mak a small smile as she approached. "Hey," she said, assuming Mak wanted to walk home together or something. Sabrina wanted to say more, she just didn't know what, so she started the process of opening her locker to grab her jacket inside.
Mak straightened up from where she was leaning, giving Sabrina a smile back. Hers was a little bigger, but still not as bright as it would’ve been the week before. She was still feeling the effects of everything, she was just determined to keep pushing through it. She made room for Sabrina to get into her locker, hands in her hoodie front pocket. Mak wanted to touch her, to pull her into a hug, but it was hard not to feel unsure. “Hey ... are you, uh, headed home? Work? Busy? I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out,” she said.
Sabrina pulled open her locker and reached inside for her jacket. She was headed home, although that didn't sound terribly appealing. Hanging out with Mak definitely sounded more fun, even if she still felt kind of weird still. That just seemed to be her life lately. "I don't have to work," she said with a small smile as she shut the locker. "What do you want to do? Get some food? Go somewhere? I really don't feel like going home right now." Distraction was incredibly appealing at the moment. Hopefully it would just be the two of them. Not that Sabrina didn't want to see the rest of her friends, but... okay, she didn't. Not right now, anyway.
It had looked a little cloudy outside every time Mak had glanced out the windows in class, but there hadn’t been any rain. Taking a leisurely walk home or just around town or something sounded pretty good. “I dunno ... we could get a milkshake? Or walk down by the beach or something, it’s pretty warm out. Or, y’know ... my parents won’t be home for a while, if you wanna just come over.” Mak wasn’t sure if Sabrina really felt like being out in public or not, after all. They hadn’t really talked about it yet, but she knew the whole thing was weighing heavy on her girlfriend too.
It was tempting to just go to Mak's house for a bit, but Sabrina knew that meant they would probably end up talking talking, and that made her nervous. She gave it a bit of thought before pulling her bag off her shoulder to slip on her jacket. "Actually, do you want to walk over to that new Halloween shop? I kind of want to check it out and I just haven't had any reason to walk that way yet." And then maybe they could stop at Moxie's for a milkshake or whatever. "Would that be okay? It's something to do," she added with a small smile. "And you know, never hurts to plan ahead for Halloween."
Oh yeah, Halloween. It was usually one of Mak’s favorite holidays, but considering everything that had just happened, she’d kind of pushed it out of her mind. She had no idea what her plans would be, if she would just hermit away and completely ignore it, or go to a party or what. A costume shop sounded harmless and fun though, so she smiled back and nodded. “Sure, yeah,” she said. “I’ve noticed that place. And I have like, zero costume ideas, so.” She chuckled faintly and turned to start walking with Sabrina when she was ready. If she was dressing up this year, it was going to be as something cute and harmless.
"Same," Sabrina admitted. "But I'm pretty sure I want to be something slutty this year." She was only sort of joking. Last year she had been Rosie the Riveter because she found the red bandanna at a convenience store and basically had the rest of the costume in her closet at home. "We should pick a couple's costume," she continued, because talking about Halloween was so much better than talking about what had happened over the weekend. "Like, you be a slutty cop and I'll be a slutty criminal and we can have fun with the handcuffs." Sabrina felt like she was just rambling, but it was either that or weird silence.
Mak gave a little laugh as they walked out of the school building. “Man, I bet they don’t even make lesbian couple costumes,” she mused. “So we’d have to just match it up ourselves.” The idea as going as a ‘slutty’ anything made her a little uncomfortable -- she wasn’t the most feminine person in the world, especially the type of femme to wear revealing clothes. All of that stuff was so heteronormative anyway. But it was Halloween ... and Sabrina was probably just talking just to talk, so Mak could roll with it. Grinning a bit, she nudged Sabrina’s arm with her elbow. “I think you just wanna play out that fantasy you have about Deputy Solomon,” she teased.
"We'll find something fun," Sabrina said. "We just have to be creative." She had no real ideas, but that was the nice thing about shopping around. Maybe something would jump out at them and inspiration would hit. Laughing a little, Sabrina nudged Mak back when she mentioned Deputy Solomon. "Nah, it's a Mak-based fantasy, I promise. I think we both know Deputy Solomon would totally just throw me in jail, even if I tried to make his handcuffs sexy. Maybe even because of that." She shrugged softly then glanced at Mak. "So, like, I guess we're friends with Sebastian McCarthy now? Seems sort of weird."
Mak gave a little snicker and a nose-wrinkle, trying to picture herself ‘arresting’ Sabrina for something in a sexy way. She would probably just giggle herself to death at the cheesiness of it all. Maybe browsing through the costume shop would give them some ideas for more than just Halloween. It would be nice to think about sexy stuff with her girlfriend instead of everything else that had been going on. She blinked at Sabrina’s question, then realized that Sabrina might not know about Sebastian and Hunter. But if he was inviting her over to the smallest party ever, Mak guessed he didn’t mind. “It’s a little weird, yeah, but he and Hunter are ... kinda dating now, I guess? On the down-low, of course, since Sebastian’s still in the closet, but ... yeah, we’re friends by default.” Mak gave a shrug and a little smile.
"Really?" Sabrina blinked, surprise evident on her face. Sebastian was dating Hunter? When did that happen? No one had told her. But then, why would they? Hunter and Mak were BFF and Sabrina and Sebastian barely knew one another. Still. She assumed Mak would have said something, but... Sabrina hadn't told Mak Sebastian was a witch, apparently, so... maybe they were even. She didn't know. She supposed it didn't really matter. "Okay, I guess. Good to know." She shifted her bag on her shoulder as they walked outside. "How's Hunter? I haven't really talked to him since Friday... is he okay?"
If things had been normal, Mak might have told her sooner, but they so hadn’t been. She nodded that yes, really, they were dating, then added, “Yeah, it’s pretty new, and Hunter and Bash both asked me not to tell, he’s been really paranoid about people finding out, ‘cause his parents will like, hate it, he thinks, so.” Mak shrugged. Sabrina wouldn’t tell anyone, just like she hadn’t told Mak that Bash was a witch -- queer kids tended to keep each other’s secrets. Her brow furrowed a little at the rest of it and she tucked her thumbs into her backpack straps. “He’s uh ... he’s okay, I guess. Considering. I think he’s not in as much pain now, but he feels really guilty. I went and spent Monday with him, I think we both like, needed it.” Mak gave Sabrina a sideways look. Since they were asking ... “How are you holding up?”
Sabrina shrugged, determined not to care that no one had told her about Bash and Hunter. It was what it was, and she was being petulant if she did care. So... she didn't. She nearly asked why Hunter felt guilty, since it hadn't been him doing all of that stuff, but Sabrina supposed she could understand the emotion behind it. Sabrina still didn't really understand how any of it had happened, at least to Hunter. The board had been in her house, it had belonged to her. Why did it, whatever it was, pick Hunter? It was just... strange, all of it. Sabrina wasn't entirely sure how to answer Mak's question. It was nice that she and Hunter spent the day together, though Sabrina felt the annoying surge of resentment rise in her chest again. Did it really matter how she was holding up? The bitter thoughts reminded her of her dad, and how he would talk about her mom sometimes, so Sabrina pushed it away as hard as she could, managing a small smile at her girlfriend. "I'm fine. Jade's doing better now too, now that the board is gone. Everything's fine. Did Reagan's tea help Hunter?"
In Mak’s mind, they’d all been through something pretty traumatic. Hunter had been possessed by a demon, she’d had to fight off a demon wearing her best friend and intent on raping her, Sabrina had to help her deal with what do to with him, the whole exorcism thing had been terrifying ... they all had room to feel scared and shitty. Sabrina’s non-answer -- ‘fine’ never meant fine, in Mak’s experience -- made her frown a tiny bit as she studied her face. “I think so, yeah,” she answered, her tone a bit absent. Mak unhooked one of her thumbs to reach for Sabrina’s hand. “Are you really okay?” She didn’t want to outright say she didn’t believe Sabrina’s lame reassurances, but ... she didn’t.
She didn't pull away when Mak touched her hand, because the physical contact felt kind of nice after everything. Sabrina glanced at Mak before releasing a short laugh. "I mean, what can I really say? There's no good answer to it. I don't want to say no, I'm not fine, because if I explain that none of this would have happened if I hadn't brought the board over to Hunter's, you're going to tell me it's not my fault, and all that stuff, when we both know that's bullshit. So, it's like, what right do I have not to be okay." She exhaled, not liking that she'd blurted out everything, but she and Mak weren't going to have anything remotely close to a fun afternoon if she just repressed everything. "You guys needed a day off together, and that's fine, because like, I know I've been avoiding seeing everyone, but... I don't really know what I'm supposed to do."
Mak’s brow furrowed further as she listened. She’d been right about Sabrina not being okay, and she felt a stab of guilt that she hadn’t been calling and following up with her more over the past few days. Then again, she’d been pretty shellshocked most of the weekend and dealing with her own pain and nightmares, and Sabrina hadn’t called her either. The idea that Sabrina sounded like she was blaming herself for the entire thing was kind of gutting though. “Okay, I do not know that’s bullshit, because it isn’t,” she said first. “Maybe you started the sequence of events, but totally by accident. There was no way you could know what would happen, and if you did, you never, ever would’ve put us through it, so just stop that thought-train please. It’s not your fault some psycho sold you a demon-possessed toy. And secondly, you still totally have a right to feel bad, because it was a terrible thing and we all feel bad. We were tormented by a demon, for fuck’s sake, who can just be okay not even a week later? I don’t expect that, I just ... I dunno, we can talk about it, you know? You don’t have to pretend with me.”
Sabrina wanted to interrupt and protest, because it didn't matter if she didn't know what was going to happen. She was still the one who bought the board. Yes, she started the sequence of events, and that was all that really mattered. But it was hard to talk to Mak about it, because she was Sabrina's girlfriend, and it was girlfriend obligation to try and make her feel better. How she was feeling was difficult to describe, or explain, because she honestly had no idea if Mak would even understand it. Sabrina didn't want to make this about herself. She hadn't been possessed and Hunter hadn't attacked her. He'd attacked Mak, which Sabrina also took the blame for. "I can't just hit the no guilt switch," Sabrina murmured, trying her hardest not to sound defensive, because she wasn't angry at Mak at all. She just didn't know how to talk about this. "I started the sequences of events," Sabrina pointed out, repeating Mak's words. "That's all it takes. It's not the first time I fucked up like that." Feeling frustrated, Sabrina exhaled sharply. "I don't know how to talk about it, Mak. What did you and Hunter do on Monday? Did you talk about it?"
Mak was feeling a little frustrated too, because she just didn’t know how to help. She wanted to, she really did, but her words obviously weren’t working. It had been easier with Hunter, where they could just cling to each other and cry it out. Sabrina wasn’t quite as free with her emotions, and that made her harder to deal with at times like these. “Yeah, we talked about it some,” she said. “He wanted to know the details, so I told him everything that happened. There was a lot of crying and apologizing and stuff.” Things that she was pretty sure weren’t going to happen with Sabrina. Mak sighed too, lifting her free hand to rub at her eye. “I wish you didn’t feel guilty,” she murmured. “Because I don’t blame you, and neither does Hunter. You don’t deserve blame. But you’re right, I can’t tell you how to feel about it.” She felt super tired all of the sudden, like she just wanted to teleport home and into bed.
Sabrina glanced at Mak briefly, but said nothing right away. She hated feeling like she wasn't responding the way she should be, that her feelings weren't aligning the right way. She didn't want to frustrate Mak because of them. It wasn't Mak's job to deal with Sabrina's hang ups. These kind of talks always reminded her how emotionally stunted she felt sometimes. "I'll be okay," Sabrina assured her after a moment. "Like you said, it'll take more than a week for all of us to... I don't know, get better. I know you're not telling me how to feel. I just wish I could feel different." Maybe she would eventually, but Sabrina didn't know. She wanted Mak and Hunter to feel better though, to eventually put all of this behind them so they could get back to normal, or whatever normal was in this place. "I'm really sorry."
As her girlfriend, Mak would’ve disagreed -- it was her job to deal with Sabrina’s hangups, because she cared about her and wanted her to feel better too. It hadn’t been her fault. If anything, it had been that dude’s fault at the antique store that didn’t ever seem to be open. Mak just felt like there was nothing they could do about it. No adults with any authority was going to believe them, and they had no proof. They didn’t even have the board anymore. That line of thought just made her feel even more tired, so Mak tried to mentally drop it and focus on what Sabrina said. She wished she could feel differently too, because she still didn’t feel good, that was for sure. “What are you sorry for?” she asked, glancing over at Sabrina again.
"Everything that happened," Sabrina explained. "Even if you don't think it's my fault, I'm still sorry. It wasn't Hunter's fault that that thing possessed him, but I'm sure he apologized too. It's just... a big clusterfuck of bad feelings." She kept thinking about going back to Loomis's store to confront him - but it scared her to think about stepping foot in that place again. And honestly, how did she know he knew what he was selling to her? He could be just as innocent in all of this as she was. Except, she had left the board on his counter when Sebastian helped her break in, and it had reappeared in her bedroom as soon as she got home. There was something weird about that place, and Sabrina was more inclined to avoid it now than she was to shop there again. "We'll just stick to like, karaoke or Monopoly next time we want to have fun, right?"
A big clusterfuck of bad feelings was pretty accurate. Mak hadn’t wanted Hunter to apologize either, but he had and she’d accepted it. It wasn’t Hunter’s fault, it wasn’t Sabrina’s fault, it was the demon’s fault, but Mak supposed she could understand the compulsion. She probably would’ve been apologizing too if she’d been in either of their positions. “Right,” she told Sabrina with a wan smile. “Some kids have fun drinking or smoking pot or something, let’s try that next time.” It was a lame joke, but she was so ready for some goddamn normalcy in her life. Mak then squeezed her hand and brought it up to press a quick kiss against the back of it. “I forgive you, though. Just for the record.” That was what you did when people apologized, right?
Sabrina snorted softly. She did like smoking pot. Which reminded her that she was almost out and should probably hit up Rost again soon, or maybe see if Jasper had any he'd sell to her. "Or we can just hang out with Sebastian McCarthy and see how much fun that is." She was feeling a little bit better, even if there was still a few things that weighed on her. But it was nothing that wouldn't dull in a few days, and then maybe she could work on getting things back to normal. At least her dad never seemed to realize she had taken his car Friday night. Small favors of the universe. Sabrina offered Mak a small smile when she kissed her hand. Obviously Mak didn't think Sabrina needed to apologize, but she was thankful for the words anyway. "So... let's talk about something else, less depressing. When the hell did Hunter start dating Sebastian? Because... I mean, I had no clue he was gay. Or bi, or whatever. Didn't he just go to Homecoming with Jules Cooper? My brain is imploding."
Less depressing was good, they’d had way too much of that shit lately. Something about the shift in Sabrina’s tone relaxed Mak a bit further, she sounded less tense herself. Mak laughed a bit and wrinkled her nose. “I guess ... a week and a half ago now? Ish? They first really hung out at Jules Cooper’s party after Homecoming, so ... since then. And yeah, he’s super in the closet, he and I talked about it some, after Hunter told me about him. Sebastian’s pretty sure his parents will freak out and like, pull all his college money and disown him and shit.” It was a crappy position to be in, especially when one’s boyfriend was out and proud like Hunter was, and she really felt for Sebastian. She shot Sabrina a sideways glance and added, “I’m like, ninety-nine percent sure that Jules was just a beard for him, and I kind of think that’s hilarious.” That probably made her a huge bitch, but if you couldn’t share your cattiness with your girlfriend, who else could you share it with?
Sabrina knew nothing about Sebastian's parents, other than they lived in Overlook with all the other richer-than-she-was people, but if he was really afraid they would disown him or threaten not to pay for his college, then she was pretty sure they were both dicks. Sabrina's mom knew she was bisexual, but Christa Cox was so zoned out half the time that it probably didn't really register very much in her head when Sabrina told her. Her dad didn't know, but that wasn't surprising. They barely talked to each other anymore. The mention of Jules being Sebastian's beard had Sabrina's head falling back as she barked out a laugh. "That's amazing. Respect to Sebastian for that one. I guess if he was looking for a convincing beard, she's the person to use. So, then like, the people he invited over are the people who know about them? I can't remember who else was on that text."
Mak had always felt lucky that her parents had been so cool about her being gay. They’d been pretty progressive in general, so she hadn’t been terrified to come out to them, but it had still been nerve-wracking. She’d worried that they would feel like they’d picked out a defective kid to adopt or something, but they’d been great about it. It sucked that other kids weren’t so privileged; she’d heard some awful stories. Mak grinned a little as Sabrina laughed, because that felt like an accomplishment today. “Yeah, just the people who know,” she answered. “You, me, Hunter of course, Greg Wheeler, and Bash’s sister. Smallest party ever, like he said.” It was weird to think they might start hanging out with some of the popular kids, but Mak liked Greg too. He was like a big dumb golden retriever. Mak arched a brow at Sabrina. “You wanna go?”
Sabrina wasn't really sure she wanted to go, but she wanted to still hang out with Mak. She also knew that it wasn't fair to monopolize Mak's time, since she had other friends too. Sabrina wanted to invite Jade, so that when Mak and Hunter did their BFF thing, she would have someone to talk to, but she had no idea if Sebastian was comfortable with someone else coming. "It's super weird to think about hanging out with someone like Greg Wheeler," Sabrina admitted. Popular kids made her antsy and immediately on the defensive, even Sebastian, who had been pretty cool, all things considered. But still. "If you want to go, we can go. Just... weird, considering how often we try to avoid those people, you know?"
Considering that Hunter had a boyfriend now, Mak wasn’t sure how that would change their dynamic. She didn’t want to go alone and be a third wheel, trying to make awkward small talk with Greg Wheeler while Hunter and Sebastian snogged on the couch or whatever. Sabrina made everything fun, and maybe it would be nice to all hang out and cuddle and watch a movie or something. Then Greg could be the third wheel, she was sure he could handle it. “Yeah,” she said, understanding where Sabrina was coming from. “I tutored Greg last year though, and he’s not too bad. He’s loud and acts dumber than he is, but he’s friendly. Sebastian too. So I think it’ll be all right.” She smiled and squeezed Sabrina’s hand. “And if it’s not, we can cut out early and hang out at my place if you want. We can make like, a secret ‘let’s bail’ phrase or something, like ... ‘the hedgehog has slipped off the dining table.’” She tittered.
"You sound like you’re describing a dog," Sabrina pointed out with a snort. "But... yeah, it's fine. If it sucks, we'll just leave." Honestly, she always liked crashing parties in Overlook, mostly because she was weirdly curious to see how her "wealthier" classmates lived. She envied it sometimes, convinced that Jules Cooper's bedroom was bigger than her entire apartment. "The hedgehog has slipped off the dining table?" Sabrina grinned at Mak. "You don't think they're going to see right through that? Why don't we just say 'let's bail' in Spanish or something. Greg Wheeler's never going to be able to decipher that." If Mak and Hunter were there, it probably wouldn't be too bad. Maybe she would bring some pot, just in case things got boring.
Mak laughed a bit, because it did kind of sound like she was describing a dog ... Greg Wheeler just had a dog soul. Boisterous and fun and affectionate. He and Mak still did hand-jive type high-fives in the hallway sometimes when they randomly passed one another. Some people got popular because they were conniving and manipulative -- or just rich -- and other people got popular because they were actually nice and likeable. Greg was in the latter camp, even if he was a football player. She grinned back and shrugged, since she’d just been talking out of her ass. “Do you even know ‘let’s bail’ in Spanish? I sure as hell don’t,” she admitted, amused. Mak was sure they could figure something out that wasn’t too rude, if they wanted to. She was more willing to bet they would actually have a good time, though. Pot would certainly help, she wasn’t at all opposed to that kind of good time.
"We'll learn," Sabrina exclaimed. "I mean, fuck, Google translate can tell us, right?" She did like having a plan B in case things went off the rails, or she wasn't having a good time. It would be kind of weird being in Sebastian's house, knowing what she knew. Not the gay thing, but the witch thing. She wondered if Mak knew about that too, but Sabrina was afraid to ask, not wanting to out the guy like that. "It might be fun," she finally conceded. "I've never really talked to Bastian's sister much, but... maybe that'll help Greg from feeling like a fifth wheel, I guess? I don't know. Just, man, the last month has been so super fucking weird, I don't know even know. It feels like a totally different world now."
Mak snickered a bit at the Google translate bit -- she’d heard they were far from always accurate, but it wasn’t like anybody in that house would know better, probably. Unless they were actually good at Spanish. Maybe they ought to learn it in Mandarin or something random instead. Mak hadn’t really been worried about Greg feeling like a fifth wheel, since he didn’t seem like the type of guy who ever cared about that kind of thing, and it was his best friend’s house. “Maybe,” she said, shrugging a shoulder. “But yeah, weird is a fucking understatement for it.” Mak gave a chuckle that wasn’t too amused, shaking her head a bit. Then she gave Sabrina’s hand a squeeze and looked over at her with a little smile. “Some of it’s been good though,” she added softly.
Honestly, Sabrina wasn't sure anything would ever really be the same after what had happened, and what they knew to be real. But that didn't mean they couldn't strive for something normal, even though they knew better. She guessed hanging out at Sebastian's house was part of that process. Looking over at Mak when she squeezed her hand, Sabrina raised a brow, a teasing smile of her own playing at her lips. "Oh, you mean like getting to make out with me?" Sabrina knew she didn't make things easy all the time, but she was trying to get better, at least. Mak was worth it. "Definitely good parts too."
“Make out with, hang out with, gay out with ... basically all of the ‘out with’s,” Mak said, her smile widening slightly. Things might not always be easy, around them or between them, but no part of her wanted to bail on this, not yet. Mak knew she wasn’t perfect either, and she really liked Sabrina, so it was worth having these kinds of conversations and to keep trying. She swung their hands between them a bit, tearing her gaze away from Sabrina to look around them. They were getting closer to Spooktacular, and she was feeling more like looking through a bunch of rubber masks and stuff now.
"All of those things," Sabrina agreed. Knowing that Mak didn't blame her for what happened had helped ease the heaviness she had been feeling since Friday. She hadn't fully forgiven herself for it, and she did still feel responsible, but Sabrina didn't want to push Mak away by letting it completely destroy her mood when this was the first time they had been able to really hang out since it all went down. When they got to Spooktacular - what a cheesy name - Sabrina followed Mak inside and immediately found herself impressed with the set up. There was so much in such a small space, but it didn't seem over crowded at all. "I was totally expected a bunch of costumes shoved in plastic packages," Sabrina admitted as she walked over to look at some of the costumes hanging up on racks. "This is like, old school."
Mak’s mouth fell open when she walked inside too. “Wow,” she murmured, her gaze roaming over the room. It wasn’t what she’d been expecting either -- cheap vinyl and cheesy costumes that would fall apart after being worn once. She followed along with Sabrina, reaching out to touch some of what was hanging up. “This is real fabric,” she said, looking over at Sabrina with pleased surprise. She mouthed ‘wow’ again and wandered off in another direction. Even without the store being very crowded, there seemed to be so much variety. Mak kept touching them, because they all felt so nice under her fingers, not daring to look at any of the price tags yet. Even if they couldn’t afford anything there, it was nice to browse.
"I know," Sabrina said, sounding as amazed as Mak. There looked to be some cheaper stuff one would find in a large chain department store, but for the most part, the costumes looked pretty real. She almost didn't want to check the prices, because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to actually buy anything. Turning from the rack she was searching through, Sabrina grinned a bit when she saw the policeman handcuffs hanging on a hook with a few other pairs. She lifted them and arched a brow. They were heavy and felt like real handcuffs - well, they probably were. Keys at the register the laminated sign said above the hook. Grinning, Sabrina replaced the cuffs, wondering if she could just buy them for herself and not Halloween. Wanting to find Mak, Sabrina started to wander again, spotting the top of her girlfriend's head behind a large wire shelf of different hair paints and sprays. "I don't even know where to start," she admitted, grabbing a pair of angel wings from the wall and taking off her backpack to slip them on her arms. "But I bet whatever I decide I want to dress up, they have a costume for it in here somewhere."
Mak looked up from where she’d been looking at a shelf of all kinds of wigs. They weren’t the cheap plastic ones crammed into plastic bags either, they were actually out and brushed and sitting on styrofoam heads. She kept her own hair pretty short for the most part, but she was suddenly picturing herself with a giant afro and huge gold sunglasses and a swanky leisure suit like some disco singer from the 70s. Maybe she should celebrate her blackness this year somehow. She came around the shelf to watch Sabrina pull on the angel wings, giving a soft laugh. “Well those are a lie,” she teased, grinning at her girlfriend who was definitely not and angel. “They look good on you though. You’d make like, the prettiest goth angel.” There were black wings too, and Mak moved forward to pull them down, letting her own pack slip off her shoulders so she could pull them on.
Sabrina snorted softly, turning to look around for any kind of halo. Of course she found one hanging on the all, and she placed the headband on her head, the halo sticking up above her, golden and glittery. "See, I feel like I ought to be wearing the black ones, and you should be wearing the white, since you're a hell of a lot more pure than I am." She grinned and curtsied with her skirt. Then she reached over to help Mak put on the wings, plucking playfully at one of them. "You look hot as an angel, though. But you'd probably be hot as anything." Sabrina moved to take the halo off when her eye caught a sign hanging nearby, advertising SALE! 50% OFF ANY COSTUME THROUGH OCTOBER 30th She gestured toward it. "Fifty percent off. That's a good deal, right? We should totally try to find something before all the good shit sells out."
“Hey now, white doesn’t automatically mean more pure, that’s racist,” Mak said with a wide grin, not super serious about that. Sabrina looked adorable with white wings and a halo, but she was sure she would look just as good in black wings. Especially if she wasn’t wearing anything else. But they were supposed to be looking for Halloween costumes, not just fun costumes for them. It made her feel all glow-y inside that Sabrina thought she was hot, because the feeling was more than mutual. She looked up at the sign and made an ‘ooo’ sound, then nodded as she carefully pulled the wings off to hang them up again. “We wanna kinda match, right? Any thoughts on a theme you want or something? Besides like, good and bad angels ... which we could totally do!”
Sabrina snorted again and shook white wings before pulling them off to hang them back up. "I don't think there's racism where angels come from, is there?" she asked, grinning. "Blame pop culture for misinforming me if there is!" She honestly had no idea what she wanted to be for Halloween. But she felt like they had a ton of options now. "We can totally match if you want to do a couples thing. Or we could just go as the same thing but with like, different variations. I don't really care about a theme. I'd like to be something badass though. No princesses or fluffy animals or whatever. Unless you want to go as pussy cats, for obvious reasons," she added, arching a playful brow.
Mak burst into a flurry of giggles at that one, then rolled her eyes teasingly to try and pretend like she was actually mature. “Okay, pussies are badass, for starters,” she said, still snickering. Dressing up like literal cats was a kiddie thing to do though, unless they were real slutty cats, which Mak didn’t really want to be, and even then ... it was uninspired. And she didn’t think they could get away with dressing up like actual vaginas, so they needed something else. “We should totally do a couples thing though.” Mak snagged Sabrina’s hand once it was free to pull her along as she started browsing again. Hopefully something fun would jump out at them.
Sabrina laughed, but followed Mak to the other sections of the store. "Yeah, we'll find something," she said. Even if the costumes were cheesy, that was okay, as long as they had fun. But she definitely wanted to find something. There was a lot to choose from too. Superheroes, villains, period costumes, and yes, plenty of slutty this or that. She was almost willing to bet her entire savings that she'd see Jules Cooper and Victoria Chapman wearing one of those costumes. After another bout of searching, Sabrina grabbed a gangster fedora and turned to place it on Mak's head. "That's fucking hot," she told her with a grin. "You look badass."
Mak continued to be impressed with the quality of what was there. Even the superhero costumes looked like they’d stepped off of a movie set instead of being some cheapass reproduction. How this place had opened up in a tiny-ass town in Maine was beyond her ... though Mak guessed Point Pleasanters took Halloween seriously. When Sabrina put the fedora on her head, she beamed for a moment, then tried to serious up her expression. Mak mimed puffing on a big cigar. “The coppas won’t never get us, see, ‘cause I am a badass, dollface. Stick wit’ me, kid,” she said in her best old-timey gangster voice, then giggled madly. Then Mak gave a little gasp and turned to dart off toward a section of the store they’d already been through. “They had suits I think!” she called. After pawing through a rack, she found a black pinstripe suit combo that seemed like it would actually fit her. “Ohmygod, Sabrina, you have to be my sexy flapper gangster girlfriend!”
Sabrina gave a laugh at the terrible gangster impression, although it was easy to get caught up in Mak's enthusiasm. Honestly, thinking about Mak in a pinstripe suit wearing a fedora got her a little warm in all the right places, and she had to admit, the two of them would look pretty hot in that kind of get up. "Sexy flapper gangster girlfriend," Sabrina repeated. "That'll at least give me a good excuse to buy more fishnet stockings. And a feather boa." She began to search through the costumes again, She found three flapper costumes in various sizes and Sabrina looked over at Mak, a brow raised. "Blue, black or bright red?" She liked the fringe on them, and how they didn't show too much boob. Flappers were classy, right? It was just about as 'slutty' as Sabrina would ever get in costume, at least.
Since Mak had pretty much found her dream suit -- which might be re-used as something to wear to prom, who knew -- she walked back over holding it to look at Sabrina’s choices. Twisting her lips to one side, Mak hmmm’d and had her hold them each up to her so she could see the colors with her skin tone. “I know how much you love black,” she said finally with a grin. “But I’m gonna have to go with red. It’s Halloween and all. And ugh, you need red lipstick and feathers and everything.” She bounced on her toes a little, feeling excited now that they’d actually found something they both seemed to like.
Sabrina probably would have chosen the black, but Mak wanted red, so she would go with red. It might look good with her hair, even though she was pale as fuck. At the mention of lipstick, Sabrina very nearly wrinkled her nose, but then reconsidered. It was Halloween, after all, and if she was going to dress up as Mak's flapper girlfriend, she probably should go all out. "Okay, red it is," she said. "We'll find feathers and stuff too, but we should make sure these fit. Want to try them on?" They looked pretty good size wise, but it never hurt to make sure. Sabrina knew that in these kind of stores, all sales were final and she didn't want to get saddled with something that was too tight.
That sounded like a good idea to Mak, so she nodded, reaching up to adjust the fedora still on her head. She looked around and spotted the fitting rooms, then headed that way with Sabrina. There were two stalls, so they got to put everything on at the same time. The suit had pants, a vest, and a jacket, which all looked a tiny bit off over her t-shirt, but Mak could find a better shirt and a tie before Halloween. And some accessories, like a pocketwatch. She thought she’d spotted some fake guns elsewhere in the store, and she hoped they had one of those tommy guns that were so gangster. She did look good in the mirror, and she was excited to call “you ready?” to Sabrina before she stepped out to look at one another.
Sabrina wore skirts almost every day, except the super cold ones, but she still felt super out of place in a red flapper dress. It did have the layers of fringe that swung about when she moved her hips, and it fit pretty well, all things considered. She would just need some new stockings, a boa and one of those cool, long cigarette things. And some heels. Ugh, heels. But she could probably find some in a thrift shop. She could just go by the drug mart for the red lipstick. Something cheap. Sabrina was putting on the sparkly headband with the feather when Mak called out to her. "Yup," she replied, feeling sort of silly, but also, kind of pleased with how she looked. She opened the stall door and stepped out, immediately grinning at the sight of Mak. "You look so gangster," she said. "You need one of those like, machine gun things, but... damn."
Mak’s mouth fell open dramatically as her girl stepped out and she covered it with one hand, her eyes running up and down Sabrina. The red did make her look pale, but it worked for her. With some ruby red lipstick and some accessories of her own, they were going to make a knockout couple. “Damn at me? Oh hell, damn at you, you look hot,” Mak said with grinning appreciation, she straightened her jacket and did a little turn so Sabrina could see all of the suit, then motioned for her to do the same, letting out a wolf whistle. This was going to be so fun, she was really pumped for Halloween now. “Hang on, I think I saw ...” Mak trailed off and turned, hurrying off in her socks to one of the shelves that lined the walls. She found a black hard-rubber tommy gun and came scurrying back with it. Mak propped it on her shoulder and posed in a way that hopefully looked more gangster than goofy. “Yeah?”
Sabrina laughed and did a little flapper dance, causing the fringe to fly about. That would be fun to do, at least. She waited for Mak to return, pleased that they had exactly what Mak would need to finish off the costume. "Definitely yeah," she agreed, thinking she would definitely be taking a ton of pictures on Halloween. "I think we're going to look pretty hot. We'll get you a cigar and everything. You can spank my ass and call me dollface," she teased before a giggle erupted. The costumes were definitely better than anything Sabrina might have found elsewhere, and she had all but forgotten about how morose she'd been feeling before Mak showed up at her locker that afternoon.
Mak laughed too at that mental image, though it did more than amuse her. The flapper dress was classy and didn’t show a whole lot of skin or anything, but she thought maybe she now understood the appeal of slutty costumes. Just not on herself. Sabrina looked great though, and once they were done with finishing touches, she would look even better. Mak couldn’t help but move in closer to give her a quick kiss, aware that they were in public, but ugh, her girlfriend looked so damn good. “Hotness guaranteed. Now we need to find the right party and class up the joint,” Mak said, flashing her another grin. “Think we’re set!” This had been a good idea, costume shopping, she felt way better than she had before they’d left school. Mak moved to duck back into the fitting room to change back, not wanting to wrinkle anything yet. She just hoped it all didn’t cost too much. If Sabrina’s was a lot, Mak already planned to pay for at least part of it. It was too perfect.
Sabrina didn't mind the kiss, public or not, it was nice and made her feel pretty good, which was something that she'd been lacking in lately. Honestly, she didn't care if the costume was a stupid amount of money, she was still going to buy it. She didn't splurge a lot, wanting to save up for a car, but this would be worth it. "Someone's bound to have a party planned," Sabrina said as she moved back into the changing room to close the door and change back into her clothes. "If not, we'll just go trick or treating with the rest of the kids." She snickered softly and started to undress. When she finished, she carried the costume out on the hanger to join Mak. "Ready?" she asked with a smile. "I'm going to grab a feather boa on the way to the register, then I think everything else I can probably find somewhere cheaper."
“Ready,” Mak agreed with a bright grin. She was feeling extremely pleased with this turn of events, and she was glad that Sabrina had suggested going costume shopping in the first place. Mak hadn’t even thought about it with everything else going on, and it had been wonderfully distracting. Sabrina seemed like her mood had been lifted considerably too, so the whole thing had been successful. Now they would be super hot and cool looking at Halloween. Maybe one of the rich kids would have a swanky party in their big houses, and she and Sabrina could just stride around looking amazing. It was a possibility to look forward to at least, something Mak felt like they’d been lacking this past month.