Bonfire: Min and Open
Min skipped the Haunted Hospital all together; she wasn't the best with jump scares. Her instinct wasn't to scream, it was to punch someone, and that really didn't fit in with the fun of the night. Besides, hospitals were inherently creepy and while it was Halloween, the time of the spooky, she was there more to have fun. And fun she was having. She danced, she brought her best mix for her shot at DJing, she drank, she pulled people off of chairs and got them moving wherever possible. She was an old pro at hiding booze at this point, she knew how to drink it fast and out of eyesight, and then she was back on her feet.
Dressed as Lady Gaga in Poker Face, she'd started out with the blonde wig and eventually as the night went on tossed it off. Her dark wild hair was sweaty and heavy enough without a wig on top of it, so it was just as well. Min's dancing was a mix of actual moves she learned from her years of training, a little cha cha there, a sashay here, and otherwise just bouncing up and down or twirling around. She was coated in a sheen of sweat and didn't think twice about it, because she wasn't looking to hook up. Well, yet. Sharp blue eyes were looking, no doubt about that, when she felt like it, but that was going to swing wherever felt right.
Even athletic weres needed a breather though and she caught her breath, actually grabbing a water bottle without liquor in it, since liking booze didn't mean being an idiot. She was losing water, so aqua was necessary. With a groan she dumped a little of the water over her head, sliding the sweat off her and bringing her hair to a reasonable puff. Her high heeled boots hurt even her after so much time dancing, and she was considering kicking them off entirely to keep going. For now she drank her water, comfortably tipsy, and watched the others at the party with a satisfied smile. Not a bad turn out.