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She gives ht—and looks me up and down “I just had to couy here I mean, that must have taken some effort”

I grin at her “Game of Thrones fan?” I ask

Another sly nod “Of course But who doesn’t love Khal Drogo?”

“Last year I dressed up as George RR Martin,” I tell her “People kepta bucket of fried chicken around with me and had a pillow stuffed down my shirt”

“So you went for so sexier” she says as she lets her eyes trail over hter I haven’t left ination Jesus sandals, weird billowy pants that I think soranola dude dropped off at the thrift store, plus a leather corset over my abs and leather cuffs on my forearms My upper body is bare and covered with bronzer and streaks of blue paint, and I found a black ith a long braid down the back It kind of works I guess if you don’t know the show, I look like so warrior ears too much eye makeup

“Hey, girls can’t be the only ones to slut it up at Halloween”

She raises her brow

And once again, oes in , I just mean—”

She laughs “Don’t worry about it,” she says with a wave of her hand “Everyone here is dressed slutty That’s what the holiday is about, isn’t it? Pretending to be someone else? This is actuallya little overdressed Or super nerdy” She looks around her at the drunk girls—referees and fairies and nurses in wonderfully indecent outfits—and shrugs

“I wholeheartedly disagree,” I say, trying not to ogle her all over again I pause “Wait, your first Halloween?”

“First proper Halloween The North Auys do”

I cross my arms, insanely curious now “And who is we?”

“New Zealand,” she says “I’m from Auckland”

“Nice,” I say “I was going to ask if you were from New Zealand”

Her lips twitch and she gives me a shake of her head “No you weren’t”

“Well, I definitely wasn’t going to ask if you were from Australia I kno you’d feel about that”

For a moment her features look strained, then it passes “Kind of like if I asked if you were American”