Though Lana was meticulous about her costumes, she had left a main thread of her already risky top loose. Ordinarily, nothing would have come of it, but this was a night for mischief.
The agent of the mischief was Loki. Loki as portrayed by Miguel, an ex-boyfriend who she had broke up with after a series of fight about money and accusations of immaturity. Well, he'd show her.
With an impish smile, Miguel pulled the thread out some and tied its end to a nearby chair. After checking that she hadn't noticed, he approached the witch.
"Happy Samhain, mewling quim," Miguel said as he moved in front of her and offered her a red cup.
Lana made an ambiguous grin. "You too, puny god. And thanks but no thanks. I'm daring, but I'm not taking a drink from my ex in trickster god form." Lana was playing it cool, but was following him as he started to walk away.
"It is a good idea to watch your back. This is a night for tricks, after all," Miguel quipped and glanced the thread was unraveling a bit slower than he expected.
"As long as I don't get a bucket of water dumped on me, I'll survive the night. I'll thrive once its costume competition time." She gestured to her ensemble, but didn't really look at it to Miguel's fortune. Miguel was getting greedy and trying to figure out how to make Lana lose her skirt.
"I have no doubt all eyes will be on you. But for now, let's go--"
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