“Trick or treat.” A fanged Zayn greeted Joey with his hands outstretched, his palm open.

“Cute.” Joey said while eyeing his black velvet cape, dark purple vest, and white button down shirt.

“More like badass.” Zayn retorted.

“No, just cute.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you supposed to be? A bumblebee?”

“Now you are just being ridiculous.”

Joey wore a full-body latex suit with a yellow Batgirl symbol sitting on her chest. Bright yellow boots reached up past her calves and she donned a black bat-mask, only her ruby painted lips being displayed. Not only did it take a long time to find a Batgirl costume that didn’t look like it cost ten pounds, it took even longer for it to be delivered in the mail.

“Are we going to go or not?” Zayn asked snippily.

Joey sighed and closed her apartment door behind her to accompany Zayn in his blue sports car. The Halloween costume party was being held at Simon Cowell’s house—well, ONE of Simon Cowell’s houses. Apparently he hosted these parties once every few years and anybody who was anybody would be invited. For the first time, Joey was that somebody. However she didn’t dress in a skin-tight jumpsuit for shits and giggles, she wanted something in return.

“Is Evandro going to be here?” Joey asked, staring dreamily out the window.

“Why does it matter? You’re going to be too busy with your new friends to worry about him.”

Joey tore her gaze from the window and looked at Zayn who was staring intensely at the heavily populated road. She wrinkled up her nose at him. “Because I happen to like being around him?”

“I don’t think he got invited. He’s probably too busy modeling or something to care about a stupid little party.”

Joey raised her eyebrows at him. “So, basically, you don’t know.”

Zayn shrugged.

She rolled her eyes and went back to gazing out the window. She didn’t know what was up with Zayn today. She had thought he and Evandro were good friends but from the behavior Zayn displayed it didn’t seem to be the case. It didn’t matter, anyway. She would find Evandro if he was at the party.

People masquerading as sexy nurses, foolish Easter bunnies, attractive pirates, and more swarmed to the multi-millionaire’s yard. Joey recognized a few faces from television and music. Before the two of them even parked Joey could feel the bass vibrating up her legs and against her heart. Colorful lights erratically flashed from the dark windows. It was as if someone arranged for this to be the perfect Halloween, because even the navy blue sky was illuminated with a full silver sphere of rock.

“Seems like the party is going to be beast, eh?” Zayn grinned before getting out his car. Joey followed him into the large mansion. Once he opened that door, music flooded into Joey’s ear at a rapid speed. It threw her into disorientation, and the multi-colored strobe lights blinking violently only made it worse. Bodies would appear and then disappear into darkness within the time frame of half a second. The dancing crowds moved like epileptics. Zayn’s warm hand guided her through the perspiring throngs of horny dancers. His lips were moving, telling her something but it was incoherent in the noise level.

She cupped her ear to signal that she couldn’t hear what he was saying. He then reeled her body towards his and aggressively pressed his lips into her cupped ear. “You mind if we search for Perrie?” he shouted.

“Of course not.” she shouted back.

So, the two of them continued to shove through the scantily-clad females and muscled males. Joey could feel her hand getting sweaty so she was thankful that she was wearing yellow gloves. Searching through the crowd of over one hundred for ten minutes, they still couldn’t find the platinum blonde singer. Instead, they encountered Harry in only a loin cloth thrusting against a girl in a sequined dress that was barely covering her ass. When Harry caught sight of them he threw them a successful smile and a thumbs-up. The girl tossed her head up, expelling the brown hair that covered her face to expose that Harry was grinding against Lily Allen.

“And you say he won’t treat my sister like that?” Joey yelled over the crowd.

“He wouldn’t,” Zayn said. “He knows you’ll beat him into a bloody pulp!”

Zayn and Joey searched for even longer and yet they still couldn’t find her. They stood in place, at some crowded section of the dance floor. “Looks like none of our partners are here, Zayn.”

Zayn shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t come to this party to just sit around. Wanna dance?”

“Eh,” Joey began, though he probably wasn’t able to hear it. “I’ll jump around with you. I can’t dance. I don’t really come to places like this.”

Zayn then started bouncing on his heels, looking like a hyperactive bronze Dracula. “I can’t dance either!”

Joey cackled as she joined him in the jumping ritual. She bobbed her head to the up-tempo techno music and kept her eyes targeted at Zayn’s grinning face. His fake fangs wobbled as he jumped around more aggressively. The light’s flashing repeatedly made it hard to keep track of him. One moment he would be a mere few inches away from her and the next moment he was all the way to her right.

Sweat accumulated on her masked forehead and dripped down her slender neck. She was too clothed for sweat to be visible. Zayn’s combed back hair flew loose. Sweat trickled down his temples despite the many casual swipes he made to his forehead. The songs had changed about three times and Joey felt more comfortable with her ‘dancing’.

She rotated her shoulders to the music, throwing her hands in the air. She moved her torso with the beat as Zayn did something weird and oddly sensual with his pelvis.
No. She wasn’t going to focus on Zayn. She was going to focus on the obnoxious music making her ears bleed.

Zayn finally removed the expensive cloak and tossed it on the ground. His feet stepped all over it as his hips swiftly swished and swayed. Joey continued with her mundane shoulder-grooving and torso-shimmying. She was growing tired, but she didn’t want to stop. The airy sensation pumping into her head was just as addicting as the feeling of being drunk. The occasional drenched bodies rubbing and bumping against her didn’t faze her.

“ZAYN!”

Both of them turned their heads to see Perrie, her hair glued to her face, swimming through the nonexistence space between party-goers. When she reached them she smiled, but her smile was too tight. It didn’t reach her sky blue eyes.

“Hello, Joanna!” Perrie shouted.

Joey waved, panting too heavily to say anything coherent. Perrie boldly snatched up Zayn’s wrist and dragged him away. Her light eyebrows were scrunched together, her lips puckered sourly. When Joey gave him a questioning look he innocently shrugged his shoulders.
Joey was left alone on the dance floor. Feeling lonesome and too sober, she tried to crawl her way out of the dance floor. She was trying to reach the drinks but they were too far away. She eventually was shoved away from the alcohol glasses. She huffed and wandered reclusively in the loud atmosphere, not knowing what to do.

“Joanna!” she recognized that South American accent.

A smile spread across her face as she saw Evandro forcing his way towards her. “How’d you know it was me!”

The 1920s gangster leered. “I can recognize that body anywhere!”
Her libido skyrocketed when she feasted her eyes on his rippling biceps and the black hat tactfully tipped to the side of his head. He held a cigar between his stark white teeth. But she wasn’t able to make the first move like she did back at Zayn’s house. It was Evandro who pressed his groin against Joey’s firm ass. He rotated his hips into her; all Joey could do was try to keep up. She bent her knees, bringing her dance partner lower and lower to the ground. He placed his hands on her hips and pressed them into his. She rolled her body, her lips parted so her hard breathing could escape.

He lowered his lips into the crook of Joey’s neck, lightly nibbling on the sensitive skin. He proceeded to suck on the area, swirling his tongue in the process. Joey moaned, but it was too quiet—or the crowds were too loud—for anyone to hear besides Evandro. He smiled into her skin and did one hard thrust against her, jolting her body.

She wanted to shag him right then, on the dance floor, despite the hundreds of feet that would trample them.

Unfortunately, their dry humping session was cut short when the music suddenly stopped. The crowd cleared a linear path, exposing two policemen. They would’ve been confused as party-goers if it weren’t for the obviously-real guns dangling from their hips.

“Is there a Joanna Smith here?” one officer barked.

Joey slowly raised her hand up. “That would be me. Why, what’s wrong?”

“Are you the owner of a silver 1996 Honda Accord?”

She nodded her head. “Yes, but it was stolen about two months ago.”

The two police officers nodded their heads. “We found your car, Ms. Smith.”

Her eyes lit up and her smile expanded. “Really?”

“Yes. With two dead men in the front seats.”

That slapped the smile right off her face. The crowd began hushed whispers. People were staring at her with judgmental glances. Worried glances.

“Ma’am, you are going to have to come with us.”

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