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∶ Summary: "can you write Halloween smut of solby over hearing you talking to a friend about wanting to get d downed by ghost face while you are home alone and they make your dreams come to reality"
"You know what would be really fucking hot?" You drunkenly yell to your friend, Leslie, "Like.." you take a sip of your drink, eyes widening as you swallow, "Really, fucking hot?"
She laughs, giving you a shrug, "With you being drunk, I have absolutely zero clue."
You point to a costume, a ghostface costume specifically, "Getting absolutely railed by someone wearing one of those."
She turns to look over, giving you a weird look, "Waldo?"
"No!" You laugh, "Oh my god, no. No." You turn her head, "Ghostface."
"Ohhhh." She raises her brows as she looks at you, "I see what you're saying." She tilts her head, "For a killed, that mask is one of the hottest things they could have chose."
You laugh, "Yes! See! You get it. You get the vision." You let out a sigh, "I just wish I could set up a thing where some really hot guy comes to my house, you know, I pretend to act scared and then he just absolutely fucks me into my mattress."
"You haven't got laid recently, have you?"
"No." You sigh, laughter following from both of you.
Leslie glances at the party hosts, also your two close friends, Sam and Colby, who may or may not be eves dropping in on your conversation with her, "You know what you have to do?" She looks back at you and you look at her, "What's that?"
"Dream until it's your reality." She gives you a wink, "Go get me another drink, I'm parched." She hands you her empty cup and you scoff, "You're bossy when you're drunk."
"Just be glad you're not going home with me." She smirks, sticking her tongue out as she walks away. You make your way to the drink counter, concocting two drinks before making your way back to her.
"Here you go, boss." You hand her the cup and she takes a sip, gasping, "Oh that's good."
"Professional drink maker, at your service." She smirk and look over as Sam walks up, "Hey." He smiles, "Hey, you having fun?"
