Post by Ryan D'Alteau on Sept 18, 2012 22:31:10 GMT -5
All I know is that, to me, you look like your lives are fun...
Open up your loving arms! Watch out, here I come!
______________________________Dope - "You Spin Me Round"
A Hallowe'en party? Was she serious?
After the chaos which had resulted from their previous attempt at organising such an event, Ryan was surprised that the subject had arisen in conversation a second time. Although the two of them were by no means proficient or experienced with hosting parties, he almost couldn't believe how badly the evening turned out. Things had started nicely enough, with Adele setting out the considerable supply of alcohol and food while he manned the door, greeting the guests as they arrived. At the time, his fiancée had taken a slight issue with the fact that his ex-girlfriend - high school classmate Michelle Flynn - had been invited but, as was quickly evident, she was far from the core of the problems.
At Adele's behest, Thomas Kroner; the arrogant, pretentious and vastly wealthy descendant of Danish nobility (or so he said) had made the trip down to southern Texas, his sister Samantha in tow. While Samantha - as was the norm for her - was off in her own little world, Ryan had known that the combination of Thomas and Adele was little more than a volatile timebomb. Back then, the two of them had all but revelled in their shared inhumanity, likening their predatory nature to a morbid game that, for them, was a part of their very being.
The fact that Adele had been begged to euthanise one of her terminally ill patients the night before hadn't helped and, within the space of ninety minutes, the two of them had started their own pockets of carnage. One of the female guests was, almost without warning, suffocated in the living room while Thomas divested Oscar O'Grady of one of his hands. At the time, Ryan had no idea of the reason for the attacks or what the victims had done to deserve such punishment and, even now, he was unable to think of a half-decent answer. He hadn't had the inclination to pose the question to his fiancée and, as for Thomas...
...well, he didn't give a fuck what had happened to him. Dead or alive, he was of no real consequence anymore. He and Adele had moved on in their lives to the point where the entire Kroner family was no longer a factor. There were far more important things for the two of them to care about. Thankfully, due to the nature of their abilities, everyone had left the condo alive and well - if a little startled by the spectacle which had unfolded - and were free to return home at their leisure.
However, even after the party ended, the fun had yet to end. Far too inebriated to legally drive her car, Michelle had found herself at a loss with regards to what to do next. Having been on the receiving end of Adele's stress-induced ire and nursing the bruises around her throat, she was initially hesitant to stay under the same roof as a woman who had tried to kill her hours before. However, as he had been when the two of them were together, Ryan had been on hand to calmly explain the benefits to her.
With the guest bedroom on the ground floor containing its own en-suite bathroom and situated only a short walk away from the kitchen, Michelle would have had no real need to make a trip upstairs. The seperation was also ideal for dispelling her worries on another subject; that of her boyfriend waiting in Midland. Although the three of them had once been classmates, the last thing Michelle wanted was for her current boyfriend to think that she had used the party invitation as an excuse to sleep with her ex-boyfriend one last time.
Thanks to Adele, however, Michelle had ended up doing precisely that. After arguing that her boyfriend would have been none the wiser either way due to the six hundred miles between them and giving her blessing to the prospect of a threesome, she had managed to goad Ryan's ex into following her upstairs. As with many previous occasions, Ryan and Adele's neighbours were roused from their sleep and, at a little after two in the morning, some of them had made a call to the local police.
Which was where Lydia Spencer had come in. Viewing the complaint as a simple noise disturbance, the dispatcher had requested that a single officer go to the house and assess the situation. Between Michelle's screaming and the costumes in which Ryan had commanded she and Adele dress themselves, Lydia thought she had stumbled onto some sort of depraved abduction and, understandably, drew her weapon. A weapon to which Adele had overreacted. Thinking that the woman was a government agent in disguise tasked with returning her and her fiancé to a cell, she had lunged forth in an effort to disarm her.
With her back against the wall, Lydia had done what any other police officer would have done in her position and fired; a course of action which only served to fuel Ryan's anger. Having already been deprived of sex with two beautiful women, he had just watched his wife-to-be get needlessly shot. It had taken the negotiation skills of both Michelle and Adele to stop him from using his ability to force Lydia to commit suicide and, after tending to the wounds and ensuring that the police officer had no memory of what had transpired, the three of them had returned to their respective bedrooms.
And Adele wanted to risk all of this happening again? Nevertheless, Ryan had found himself relenting. Hallowe'en parties were often fun ways to spend an evening and, if there was anything to tempt them into having one, it was that hindsight was on their side. "Adele...?" However, Ryan's ability to get up early definitely wasn't. By the time he shoved his way out of the bedroom, it was around twelve-thirty in the afternoon.
He had no idea whether Adele was still at home or she had gone to fetch the last few things for the party. With his mind still not fully awake, he couldn't remember if their costumes had been decided yet. He remembered talking about them on a number of occasions, but nothing more. "You in here...?" Deciding to take things easy until the party started, he had decided to head downstairs - wearing a pair of jeans over his boxer shorts and nothing else besides - in search of Adele before he took a shower and got himself cleaned up. He needed to know what still needed to be done before the guests arrived.