Costume Party (hopefully a multiplayer begining that will spin off some hot pairs)

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Margie wasn't sure how she got roped into it. She loved Halloween and costumes, but this one was a little beyond even her. She glanced in mirror one last mouth turned to her friends and opened her mouth to protest before they shushed her. She shrugged her shoulders and nodded.

If all else failed they'd surely get best costume. Margie was wearing stockings, ankle high black boots, a very short plaid skirt, her only colored bra, black satin that comfortable cupped her full breasts and held them in place, the white dress shirt was unbuttoned to show off the bra. Not that it mattered, her bra clearly showed underneath, and her auburn hair was done in pigtails. Her glasses completed the outfit and while anyone looking would think "innocent schoolgirl" she was actually 'Speak no evil' and had to remain silent for the party.

She glanced at 'See no evil', who was dressed up like Lady Liberty with shades so dark it was tough to see and of course 'Hear no evil' the genius behind the costumes was wearing Judges robes with nothing underneath and earplugs.

It was going to be an interesting night she thought as they headed to the party........



OOC feel free to join in as whoever I'd prefer the party to not be an office party, or frat, or swingers, just a generic costume party at a bar.
 
Jenn was getting ready for another costume party. What worked once would work again, she hoped.

Yes, her hot little Vampire number: White body makeup, a short black minidress, 2" stiletto heels, blood red lipstick, and fake ceramic fangs. And yes, they were sturdy enough for her to bite.

The bar was one she had been to before. A pretty wild place sometimes ... times like this party. She expected to have a very good time as a vampire, yet again.
 
((Hey! Average guy roleplay. Never done this befrore! Time to Roleplay myself ;) ))

He was the geek. He played D&D. He loved sci-fi. Heck, he even LARPed! And he normally didn't bother with social interaction.

But this was Hallowe'en! When geeks like him shined!

Tonight, he was not his normal self, but he was a Jedi Knight! And people say he wouldn't find a social event outside of the conventions to wear his robes and lightsaber? It shows what they know!

The main reason he was invited was for his... inventive costumes. At least they were different than the slutty witches and French Maids that most were used to. The year before, he had dressed up in a black robe and went as his LARP character, Ralnos! The great Elven Wizard! He had the wooden staff, the pointed ears, even the spell-book at his side.

He got a couple of laughs but they were just jealous of his attention to detail.

His costume consited of the full underlay and the brown robes, and a replica lightsaber hilt at his side. Most would think he'd come right off a set!

He came to the bar, he had just turned drinking age this year and was looking forward to some fun.
 
Dave applied the last of his makeup, and stood facing the mirror. He couldn't help but smile. His skin was now a deep, blood red, and his goatee was dyed black. A short ponytail hung behind his skull, pulling back his hair so it showed of the dramatic pair of horns he wore. The black leather pants he wore did nothing to hide his muscular form, and the smile he flashed was positively demonic.

This was going to be fun.
 
Trailryder

I take a final look in the mirror adjusting my white felt cowboy hat one last time as I walk to the front door. As I walk out into the night looking up at the full moon I wonder what the night may hold for me. The moonlight glistens off the shiny steel of my fake revolvers that hang at my waist and the sound of my spurs can be heard with every step I take almost as if heralding my arrival. I begin to have second thoughts about going out tonight as I feel my costume of a cowboy is just not creative enough as it was so close to my real life of a horseman. But as I inhale the crisp night it comes to my realization that I do need the company of people from time to time and not just my horses. So I step off the porch and into the night.
 
His first thought as he heard that there would be a costume party at his favorite bar he was disappointed. He didn't like costumes that much and he would be missing his usually evening at the bar. But then he decided that he he should go anyway, if it really got to much for him he simply would leave.

Now came the hard part, the costume. Should he go as a businessmen in a suit? Nope to simple and not really a costume. What else could he wear? He certainly would NOT buy something....something simple.

He pulled out a Green Lantern t-shirt, some black trousers and even got a simple face mask, just like Hal Jordan did wear. This had to do.
 
Rayne adjusted her tiara and sash. Halloween at last! This year she was going all out and dressing up as Miss America. Her naturally blonde hair had been perfect, she had the requisite sexy red dress and more glamorous jewelery than was ever necessary. She stepped into the strappy gold heels and headed to the bar. As a newly legal herself, she was determined to have the time of her life!
 
Alice turned this way and that in front of her full-length bedroom mirror, checking her reflection from all angles. She liked what she saw. After considering and rejecting so many costume ideas, she had finally settled on the airline stewardess costume, and right now she had to admit that it was a good choice. She wore a form-fitting powder blue jacket and skirt, a crisp white blouse, white gloves, flesh colored stockings and black high-heeled pumps. A powder blue cap perched atop her curly, shoulder-length brown hair, and a tiny blue plastic plane was pinned to her lapel.

This was going to be a fantastic night. She hadn’t been to a costume party since high school, and she couldn’t wait to see how everyone else at the bar was going to be dressed.

She carefully applied lipstick and appraised her reflection again. Perfect. She smiled at herself and said, “Hi, I’m Alice. Fly me.”
 
Ready to Go

She had learned her lesson after the disasters the last several years. What had she been thinking with the pony costume? You can only hear "Can I take a ride, little fillie?" so many times before it loses its charm. Then there had been the elephant thing the year before that. "Wow, hun, I think it might be longer than mine, but mine isn't on my face." There had been the cute doggie costume. That didn't need to be repeated. And of course the little pink kittie costume the first year. Sigh....

This year she had something that was full proof though. Miromi tucked some stray black hairs back into the brown furry hood of her costume. Her hair was kind of bunched up around the middle of her back inside the rented outfit. She'd been growing it out for all but 3 of her 25 years, so it was almost always in the way now. She turned in the mirror to make sure the broad flat tail on the back was fastened properly. It was amazing how large her naturally slim figure appeared in this thing, and her breasts all but disappeared. A little giggle arose as she studied how to get the big buck teeth into her mouth. The teeth, the tail, the floppy feet. There was no way she'd be teased in this beaver suit.
 
((M-Y... I'm going to have so much fun with that beyond the obvious ;) ))

John sat at one of the tables looking over the bar with it's various decorations. The bartender was dressed up in an actually fairly convincing 'Jack Sparrow' get up. The Jedi smiled and walked up to the bar, ordering a small glass of red wine which he could nurse for the better part of the night. A Merlot that was a little more bitter than normal but it was good enough for him.

He looked about, awaiting to see whom else of real note was going to show up. So far it seems that he was fairly alone...

"At least two of us still have the spirit of Hallowe'en, eh?" John said with a smirk and got a slight laugh out of the barkeep.
 
arrival

OK, Miromi had to admit to herself that she had made one mistake with this outfit - it was almost impossible to walk in these beaver feet.

Miromi slowly climbed out of the taxi in front of the bar and shuffled towards the door. She had been looking forward to standing in line to get in. Something was just funny about the idea of queuing next to men in tight black shirts and women whose dresses ended one inch below their pubic hair while wearing a beaver suit. However, it turned out that the bar was still quite quiet and she passed through the doors with no problem.

The first thing she noticed was the orange and black theme all around. I mean, of course it was Halloween, but the decorators had gone all out. The walls were glowing orange with black jackolantern faces everythere. The tables were orange and black, as were the candles, and everything else she could see.

She could also see a lovely pirate hat on a fair Keith Richards look alike. There was also a fun looking Jedi Knight nursing a glass of wine.

Miromi shuffled towards the bar dragging her tail behind her.
 
Jenn entered the bar just a few minutes behind a girl dressed as a beaver. No, do not go there. Don't say it ... She'll be hearing it all night....

She grinned and walked up to the bar, nodding at a near-perfect Jedi.

"Rum and coke. I'd order a bloody mary, but it's hell getting the tomato stains outta these fake fangs."

She grinned widely at the pirate behind the bar, to show him what she meant.
 
((The Barkeep is an NPC. Use him as you whim. I just made him so we could have a bartender ;) ))

John raised his glass with a silly smile on his face. "Damn find Juma Juice." He said with a laugh at his own Star Wars knowledge. He enjoyed playin his roles. He wasn't as bad as some of his Wargamming friends with details that could quote the Hull weights and names of all the Cruisers made between 1900 and 1910.

He smirked at the thought and looked over the pair whom entered the bar. One was a vampire chick (he could tell by the fangs) and the other was in a full beaver get up. It seems that he wasn't the only Cosplayer on the town though he never considered their type the same as his.

"How was the last convention?" John said, looking at the girl in the beaver costume. "Had a yiffing good time?"

He laughed to himself over it. He had a friend who was a fur and always had fun with him over the whole thing. He learned more than he ever prayed he knew of that subculture. Yeah, free sex he had no problem in. But free sex when dressed up as an animal? There was always something wrong with that...

He smirked some more, a moment wondering where said friend was. But shook his head moments afterwards. He really didn't want to know....
 
Rayne entered the bar, her perfect pagent smile in place. She sauntered over to the bar and ordered a gin and tonic. Classy costume called for a classy drink. She perused the bar, her eyes resting on the Jedi. She immediately noted the attention to detail in his costume, grinning inwardly. A geek. Rayne loved geeks. She practically floated across the bar to him, flashing a stellar grin and speaking. "May the force be with you."
 
John looked over at the woman who had made her way over and said the classic line. John smirked to himself and raised up his hand.

"Hail to you young padawan. What could you use of an user of the old ways like myself?" John said with a wink.

He enjoyed playing along with such things, unlike some whom would get shy or afraid. Embrace what you are John always said! And he was a geek and he had no problem going toe to toe. It was probably as fun for them as it was for him.
 
Miromi looked up curiously at the Jedi Knight and the beauty queen pageant talking right next to her. She couldn't think of anything to say so she continued sitting on her stool, reached into her purse, and pulled out a little bag full of cherries. She popped one in her mouth.
 
Dave strolled casualy into the bar, his getup drawing more than a few looks. Grinning at them he walked up to the bar and ordered a tequila, and began to check out the local ladies. Stepping up behind the beaver he spoke, making his voice as dark and gravely as possible.

"Like red things?"
 
Oh God! Jenn was trying not to laugh. She sipped her rum and coke, then pretended to spill some, covering her mouth with her hand.

Record-book Bad Pick-Up Lines. None had been directed at her yet but ... God!

She sighed, and grabbed a handful of peanuts (waiting for the line that will produce!) and started munching some.
 
She arrived and quickly lost track of her friends, which made things difficult as she couldn't exactly introduce herself. She glanced around seeing the typical monsters, critters, and movie things. Margie noticed the corny lines getting used and how no one seemed to mind. At least so far, she noticed the cowboy and deciding that of anyone he seemed the least off the wall, plus she'd alway had a thing for cowboys. The problem was making an introduction, she strode over to DJ and wrote down her request "Save a horse, ride a cowboy." Luckily with the ambient noise it was typical to write down requests and she finished off her drink before the song started.

Margie simply went over to him, took his hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. She loved to dance, in fact her exes joked there were two guaranteed ways into her panties, dancing and a back rub. She smiled at his bemused expression, put her finger against his lips, and began dancing with him.
 
Rayne grinned and slid into the seat next to him. "Well I require training. I believe I have a high concentration of midiclorians and would make an excellent Jedi Knight." She laughed. "All right, that about ends my knowledge of deeper Star Wars details. I do know who Darth Vader is though." She took a sip of her drink, relaxing slightly. "Happy Halloween I guess." She raised her glass in a toast and took another sip, her eyes dancing.
 
There were already a few people here, some at the bar, some seated at the tables, and others just milling about. Quite an array of costumes. She was pleased to see that she was the only airline stewardess here. Back in her junior year of high school she had gone to a Halloween party dressed as a witch, only to find three other girls wearing the exact same costume. Even now, years later, the memory made her shudder.

The partygoers seemed to have put a lot of thought into their costumes. There was a lady vampire, a Miss America type, a Jedi knight, and – whoa, was that a girl in a beaver costume? What a great idea! This looked like a pretty fun crowd.

Alice found a spot at the bar and gave the bartender her best airline stewardess smile. “I left my little beverage cart at home,” she said. “So, would you mind fixing me a gin and tonic?”

“Coming right up.” He fixed the drink with dazzling speed and handed it to her. She noted that even the drink stirrer fit in with the Halloween theme; it was white plastic with a leering skull head poking out of the top of the glass. Nice touch. She took a tiny sip and immediately felt the warmth spreading through her. Both the drink and the possibilities of the evening were intoxicating.
 
Entrance

As I stepped out of my truck I surveyed the parking lot counting the number of cars. Wow, way to many people here what was I thinking in coming here tonight? The battle raged in my head should I stay or go back home and call it a night. Finally, I began walking towards the door and before I could change my mind I entered the bar. As I scanned the crowded room I could see people in the midst of Halloween celebration wearing assorted costumes the first one that stood out was a beaver costume. How unusual I thought as I made my way to the bar and ordered a beer. I scanned the room a second time and someone in a school girl costume caught my eye as she walked up to the DJ handing him a note.I turned around to take a drink of my beer when suddenly a familiar song came pumping forth from the sound system "Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy". One of my favorites but before I could sit back and get into it someone grabbed my hand leading me to the dance floor. I looked at the person and was shocked to see it was the woman in the school girl costume that had caught my eye. As she led me to the dance floor I could smell her perfume which was rather intoxicating but I could not place it. Her hand was small in mine but felt nice to the touch smooth and delicate.
 
He felt pretty stupid in his "Green Lantern" outfit but he had decided for a drink in his favorite bar and so he would get a drink.

The Taxi dumped him near the entrance and the driver grinned as he paid him. Yeah, I know I look stupid, he thought, then he entered.

There was allready a pretty big crowd in there and some of them looked even stupider them him. On top of that list was a girl in a beaver suite. He shook his head and walked up to the bar to look around an authentic looking Jedi to Dave, the barkeep.

"This was a stupid idea."

Dave laught. "No it wasn't, wait and see, it will be fun." He poured a single malt scotish whiskey and handed it over. Green Lantern looked around and saw a very good looking stewardes sitting on his usuall place at the bar. He shrugged his shoulders and went to a remoter booth to watch all that was happening.
 
M-Y-Erotica said:
Red things? Why, yes, I like to read very much. Are you an author?


OOC: I used up all my good pick up lines already :p and no, I am not an author. I am simply a man in search of a something to write about ;)
 
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