I hated
Halloween. Everything supernatural in the world would be out and about high on
the extra power the day gave them. If I had any brains—which it was clear, I
didn’t—I would be locked in my house behind consecration and armed to the teeth
with silver and holy water.
Instead, I was at a big, fancy ball
with Nikki on my arm. It was a masquerade, and many opted for the traditional
Venetian dress with big period gowns and ornate masks tied on with ribbons.
Others opted for the modern take to dress up in costumes of another sort.
I dressed, well, like a PI, which was fitting for me. I had a trench
coat, fedora, and a candy cigar hanging out of my mouth. I also had an
oversized, cartoonish revolver on my hip. The gun gave my identity away as
Eddie Valiant from Who Framed Roger
Rabbit.
Nikki made it easy for everyone to
guess my identity as she dressed, to the nines, like Jessica Rabbit in that
sequined red gown. She had even made a point of putting a big kiss on my cheek
in red lipstick, marking her territory.
Okay, maybe it’s not all bad, I thought
as Nikki pressed her hip against mine.