Tayla and Amber arrived first and we set up the stuff they'd brought. I glanced at the ceiling, aware Erik was still hiding.
“I'll be right back,” I murmured and headed upstairs. I knocked and opened the door and burst into giggles. The costume looked ridiculous on him.
“All your fault,” he muttered with a glare.
“Tayla here's, maybe I can get her to come up and make it look better?” I suggested.
“No, you will not!” He replied, his cheeks turning redder at the idea. I yelled down anyway. Tayla paused at the bottom of the staircase looking up.
“What is it?” she asked. I opened my mouth to reply but Erik beat me to it.
“Nothing! I'm just not wearing a costume,” Erik yelled from his room. Tayla frowned and walked the rest of the way up the stairs.
“It can't be that bad-” she said, approaching the doorway. I saw her repress laughs before recomposing herself. She turned at me with a forced reproachful look.
“You did this, didn't you?” she asked, fully aware of my history when it came to pranks. I shrugged, unable to hide a proud look on my face. She sighed and shook her head.
“Right, you go help Amber,” Tayla said.
“No, don't try to fix it! I am not being a girl werewolf,” Erik said as Tayla closed the door behind him.
“Girls are awesome, why wouldn't you want to be one?” she replied, ignoring him. I smiled at the door and headed back downstairs. Amber was glaring at her costume in the mirror everytime she saw her reflection.
“Come on,” I said, and went into the basement.
“Somewhere in this pile of junk, there's a decent wig,” I said with a flourish at the many boxes stuffed down here.
“Why do you have a wig?” Amber asked, decidedly unhappy with the prospect of searching through the lot.
“I don't, a bunch of old junk came with the house,” I explained. I helped her search and eventually we found it. She was a lot happier put on the curly, blond wig that was neat and full of hair.
“Want to keep it or bin it?” I asked, holding the old one.
“Why would I want to keep it? It was a bunch of crap. I should've looked around more for my costume. All of you guys look so much better and-” she started to ramble and I stopped listening. When she paused for breath I jumped in.
“Trust me, Erik will look a lot worse,” I said with a knowing grin. I heard a knock at the door. Behind it was a guy dressed as a wizard with an impressive beard and intricately designed cloak. He and Tayla were the only ones who seemed to gone all out for their costumes.
“You must be Kayne,” I said, opening the door further and letting him in.
“Yeah. Hi,” he replied nervously, looking around the place.
“I'm Evan,” I replied. I walked to the bottom of the stairs and shouted to Tayla, letting her know her blind date had arrived. I think I saw Kayne blush a little at that choice of wording.