Her ripped blue jeans, pink tie dye T-shirt and loosely hung off-white cardigan fit the casual nature of our activity for the day and instantly put me... at ease. I had not dressed up either. “Hi! Nice to meet you in person” I started, “How was your day?” “Ugh, my chemistry lab was chaotic” she laughed as she not so subtly gave me the visual once over. My mind was drawn to my not so stylish work pants I was wearing and baggy flannel. “So, what should we do today?” She asked with a mischievous. I won’t eat shit!!” I yelled and tried to get out of her grip.She was holding me until the other bitch got there and then I would have to go with her. I hated Mistress Pam more now than I ever did before. She always told me she would protect me and now she was about to give me away for who knows what, will happen. The other one was getting closer to us and I was crying really hard now.I kept struggling to get away, but her grip just kept getting tighter and I couldn’t get away. And that other. The other lady vanished into the crowd, rushing outside or to the bathroom, one of the two. Cherie and I looked at each other laughing and we both turned to Chris with puzzled looks. "What did you just do?", I asked. "Mate, that same hot shit on those tacos was in their drinks. I thought you two needed more time alone. Well, as alone as you can in a crowded bar!" We both laughed as we turned to see the ladies still coughing and gagging a little while everyone was still looking at them. I. "How 'bout the alien?" "No way." "Shit!" Jason set the ball down and went to his closet to rummage through it one more time. He checked out his collection of bloody t-shirts, but didn't find one that excited him or that he thought was contest-worthy. At the top of his closet were box after box of the masks he had purchased or made over the years. He pulled them down and tore through the collection, discarding various Freddy masks, Shape masks, and even the Scream mask he made long before anyone.