Who: Jack and Vicky. When: Wednesday, Oct 11; afternoon. Where: Spooktacular! What: Browsing the Halloween store. Status: Complete.
Boredom was a horrible beast. A beast that had taken hold of Vicky far too early in the day to be right or just. It had been a morning of basically nothing and it was starting to drive her crazy. So what did she do? Sent out a SOS to everyone that she knew wouldn’t be indisposed (stupid school) hoping for someone to save her from the torment. The person to answer the call to arms was Jack and after a brief back and forth, they determined to meet at Spooktacular! to browse the various costumes and decor. There was some kind of sale going on and, really, why not visit? The amount of entertainment that could be found at a place filled with Halloween stuff was massive.
Currently, Vicky was browsing the wigs that were displayed along the wall on disembodied mannequin heads. They were those expensive mannequins too with the detailed features to make it look more like a woman than a faceless head. The wigs themselves ranged from natural colors to the more outlandish. It was amazing how many there were. “Dude, Jack, check out these wigs.” She pointed up to a long ombre wig that started light grey and faded into purple with an excited smile. “How wicked is that? I think I’m in love.”
Jack had just been folding his laundry, which was more so just rolling it up and shoving it in a drawer, when he received the SOS from Vicky. He smiled and text her back, totally ignoring the rest of his laundry and walking away. This was so much more interesting than trying to pair his socks together.
After setting a meeting place to cure Vicky of her boredom, and to keep Jack from his laundry even longer, he set out. A visit to the costume store would be great and he had been meaning to find himself something fitting for Halloween. He was currently staring at a scary clown mask when Vicky caught his attention with the wigs.
“I dig it,” he nodded. “You know, those wigs would be great for gigs, too,” he said eyeing a fabulous orange one. “Can change your hair at any time,” he reached out and tugged on a lock of her hair. “But, if you get the hair, you should maybe get some really tall, white go-go boots,” he laughed.
“That would be pretty cool, actually.” And something she had thought of while browsing the wigs. There were some pretty wild colors and it would be fun to throw one on every so often for a gig or two. It'd be like that cartoon with the so painfully 80s styled colored hair except cooler. Her nose scrunched up slightly when he tugged at her hear and she shook it out from his hand. Usually, she wasn't a fan of people touching her hair, but she made the exception for her boys. Yes, that was what she called Jack and Mike because, come on, it was pretty much the truth.
“Go-go boots?” She repeated, visibly horrified at the notion. “Ah, hell no. If I'm gonna wear boots they won't be those ridiculous things. And don't even try to suggest a go-go dress!” The threat was delivered with a laugh and shake of her head. She flashed him a grin. “So, have you thought about a costume yet? Because, speaking of go-go boots, I think you would look absolutely smashing in them.”
Jack laughed and nodded. “Yes, you’d be smokin’ hot!” He grinned. “Short bubble gum pink hair, white dress and go-go boots,” he chuckled and looked as her if he were envisioning it. “I think you could carry it off,” he teased. “And you’re damn right I could do some go-go boots. Like Kiss,” he laughed. “Maybe that’s what I should do for Halloween, be a member of Kiss. Gene Simmons,” he said and then did his tongue just like the bass player did.
“Nope, not happenin’. Me and go-go are so not gonna be a thing,” she insisted good-naturedly. “Though I would look hot, but this I always look hot.” She smiled and flipped her hair dramatically with a quick pose. There was a short laugh when Jack imitated Gene Simmons. “Dude, that tongue thing is freaky when Simmons does it. You’re making it about three times worse.” Her eyes returned to the wigs, scanning the wall until she found a long black wig. “If you’re serious, though, I can style this wig up for you. You’d make a great extra creepy Demon.”
“You know that tongue of his may look creepy, but probably made a lot of women very happy,” Jack grinned. “As have mine!” And men, but he didn’t think Gene swung that way. “Alright, so no go-go dancer, so maybe….” he paused to look around and then grabbed a sexy black, skin tight dress. “How about Elvira?” He rose an eyebrow. “And could wear some sexy black stilettos.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure it has.” She grinned, rolling her eyes. “Something has to make up for that face of yours,” she laughed and stuck out her tongue playfully. Vicky actually quite liked his face, but she never missed an opportunity to tease. There was a pause while she considered his suggestion. “You know, I dig it.” Reaching over, she took the dress from his hand and looked over the dress with a critical eye. They made really good quality costumes here, didn’t they? “So I guess we’ve decided on my outfit. What about you? Going with The Demon?”
“Ouch...my ego…” Jack laughed. He knew she was teasing, it was just how they rolled. He started humming the tune to Elvira and turned to look at the other costumes. “Dark and scary, or light and funny?” He tapped his finger to his chin in thought. “I think being a demon is the way to go,” he nodded and grabbed demon mask and put it on. “What do you think? I could seriously mess with some people, wear a black cape, no one would know it was me for awhile,” he said and then let out the most evil laugh he could.
Vicky crooked an eyebrow. That mask… was actually kinda creepy. Perfect for Jack and his planned shenanigans. “I say go for it,” she encouraged. A smirk soon followed. “But don’t come crying to me when someone throws salt at you and tries to banish you. You know it’s going to happen.” There were far too many superstitious people in Point Pleasant not to have something like that happen. Her mother had been one of them, but she didn’t like to think about her. It just brought her mood down. “So Elvira and a demon. What do you think we should make Mike dress up as?”
Jack laughed and took the mask off. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right, but I’ll take the risk,” he grinned. He was sure to scare more than a couple of people, a few to try to exorcise him, and a few to try to banish him. He’d have to be careful about the people he was around so he didn’t take a knife to the back, either. “Hmm…” he said, shifting through the costumes. He’d found himself a black, hooded cape that would be perfect for his costume, but now it was to find one for Mike. “What about the Mad Hatter?”
Vicky considered the idea. “Mad Hatter, huh.” Scanning the immediate area, her eyes landed on a large fake knife. Her face brightened and she grabbed for the prop, holding it up to Jack. “The Mad Hatter. He needs mannequins to hold his hats and what better to do so than your pretty little head?” Her smile widened. “Bet we could find a fake head around here to have him walk around with. Make a pretty good story for our lovely Elvira to tell.”
“Excellent!” Jack beamed. “I like it. A very good twist.” He grabbed some fake blood, because why not. “If anything, we can buy a full face mask and put it on a mannequins head, make it look as realistic as we can,” he was excited about this idea and hoped Mike would be, too. “Come on, let’s finish searching for everything and then go find Mike and tell him our idea. And grab some food. I’m officially starving.”
“Oh yeah, we can do that too!” She hadn't thought about putting a mask on a mannequin. See, now this was why she kept Jack around. They helped each others' creativity. Oh, and she actually like hanging around him too, but phht. And now that he mentioned it, Vicky was feeling a bit peckish herself. “Sounds like we got ourselves a plan. I grab the dress and wig, you grab the props, and then we hightail it out of here for food and Alton abductions.” She flashed him a wide smile. “Let's do this!”