Halloween Eve
Halloween Eve.
The wind trying to blow every single one of us off this little island. Rain soaking my new brown boots I got earlier in the day, on the way to pick up [Redacted 1] from the bus stop. Horrible weather. [Redacted 1] and I ran to hide inside Boojum, to fill her stomach before the purge and heat our soaked meat and bones. Discussing our filthy plans for the next three days. The wind getting in anytime a delivery driver would open the door, sending shivers down my soaked spine, to the end of my coat where soaked fur meets flesh. Who else would be out in such weather other than delivery drivers? And us, I suppose. Stuffed our pockets with drinks from our local Tesco as we followed the streetlights back to my cosy college apartment. Where people were filling in, dancing, painting faces and desperatly passing fake blood around like a joint.
Tried my best to look, admire and talk to everyone while also looking out for [Redacted 1] because she is the closest thing Ive ever had to a little sister, while also admiring just how hot [Redacted 2] and [Redacted 3] looked in white paint and blood.
Note - to - self; make [Redacted 2] and [Redacted 3] goth, also try to push blood sausages and beets into their diet.
[Redacted 3] shouted at everyone to get the fuck out, and that is when the dancing, talking on the cold metal balcony and drinking stopped, as we started spilling out and our night started. Where our filthy three day plan starts. Within five minutes I ran back home with [Redacted 2] to get their ID. Couldnt stop thinking how I am the luckiest girl in the world to be their friend as they drunkenly rambled, green eyes suit them.
[Redacted 2] wouldnt stay out for long that night, less than a hour after we all pilled into our local pub, [Redacted 1] and I were stood back in the queue. Had to go running up the road looking for her expensive bedazzled Ghostface mask, which cost about the same as two of my weekly food shops. Defeated, we couldnt find it - probably off living a new life by its captivers. Which I just learned isnt a real word, so why is it that I just wrote it down?
Saw [Redacted 2] stumble out as we waited in the queue, “I’m too drunk, I’m going home”. Put my hand on their back as they crawled into the back seat of the Uber they somehow managed to call. [Redacted 2] knows their limit and when to remove themselves from a situation. Ive always weirdly liked that about them. Joined back with [Redacted 1] and the girl we were talking too but never got her name. I think she said she works in a clothing shop in town.
Spent most of the night dancing, which is weird because I have no rhyme, two left feet and am known too trip over air, so I always avoid dance floors at all cost. Started liking drunk dancing when I first met [Redacted 4], and bless the girl has no idea that her drunk dance moves and how much fun she seemed to have inspired me too erase years of fear. Didnt dance with [Redacted 4] as much I wouldve liked too last night, but still danced the night away. Felt like a secondary school kid asking “will you shift my mate?” at a teenage disco as I told [Redacted 1] who she should get with. Drunk texted [Redacted 5] about it giggling to which he replied, “Under lock and key. Youre so drunk. Thats genuinely insane never ONCE did I think ….”.
I think I miss [Redacted 5] a lot more when I’m drunk. Anyways.
Out of the group of us that left my cosy college apartment, only five of us arrived home just after 2AM.