It's the Monster Mash.

[Alex Harwood]

"That's a matter of opinion, actually," Rath replied slowly, eyes moving first to one sister, and then the other. "They might behead me. But they'll need to know where I am, for that. We'll just have to go somewhere in which they'll fail to look. I've got the car," he explained, trailing off a little as he spoke. "If you want to go, that is. We could stay. I'm up for whatever."

[Jackson Peters]

Marianne smiled brightly at the sight of Sera (in an awesome super-girl costume) and Leigh (dressed as a goddess of some sort, from what Mare could tell. "Hey!" she said happily. "Thanks, I feel ... overdressed, I guess," she said, laughing.

"Oh I try. Just not very hard," Jackson said, grinning. "And you ladies look pretty fantastic yourselves. Make a man wish he could get you to bat for the other team," he joked. "Lucky us, not working tonight, eh?" he said to Leigh. He pulled a pint of rum out of his pocket. "Any mix round here, or am I going to have to do this the authentic hobo way?"

Noticing that, well, everyone around her was drinking, Marianne felt a surge of bravery,"Can I have some?" she asked her brother.

[Alex Harwood]

"This was supposed to be longer," Sera replied quickly, motioning down to the skirt she was wearing, and almost slopping some wine onto it as she did so. "It looked a lot less slutty on the box, but I wasn't going to like.. bring it back. It looks good, right? Well, I mean, of course I look good," she trailed off, quickly finishing off the last few mouthfuls of wine from her plastic cup.

"I dunno about batting for the other team. We've already decided that I'm gay Supergirl. Like, that one time. And she's.. well, I guess Aphrodite did everyone, didn't she? Huh. Well, then, I'm just not sure anymore. But mix, I know about! It's at that table, with all of the other drink stuff. I kind of want to see you be an authentic hobo, though, I think I have five dollars I could give you.."

When Marianne asked for some, Sera seemed to brighten up significantly, reaching over and grabbing the other girl by her shoulder. "Oh, no, you don't want to drink that," she said firmly, smiling widely. "We have the finest French wines, they're much better. Consider it a club activity. I bet I can drink more."

As she'd already had nearly a bottle and a half through the afternoon and evening, it was a bit of an unfair race, but she didn't seem to mind.

[Meghan Taylor]

"We'll go wherever you think they won't look. I'm getting pretty bored here, ya know?" Meghan shrugged and glanced around the room. "I don't know anyone but Seraphim and she's currently rather sloshed so... I'd say getting out of here and going somewhere else would be pretty great." She smiled a mischievous little smile up at him, giggling just slightly.

[Alex Harwood]

"She's usually sloshed at a party, that's my baby sister," Rath replied, laughing a little. "Anyway, come on. Let's blow this joint, we'll go and get something to eat, and then we can go.. I dunno, we'll go somewhere. We'll figure it out."

[Meghan Taylor]

Meghan got to her feet and took Rath's hand, pulling him out of the chair and towards the door. "Food sounds amazing right now. I'm so hungry I could probably eat three hamburgers and still have room for more." She giggled a little now and rushed for the door to the studio, dragging Rath behind her.

[Alex Harwood]

Rath allowed Meghan to pull him up, grinning at her as he got out of the chair. "Three hamburgers? And then some? Well, a girl after my own heart! I could totally go for three hamburgers, no problem. And lucky me, I won't gain an ounce. Might as well add fries and a shake," he suggested, still grinning widely as she dragged him off toward the door, and then completely out of the house, into the cold autumn air.

"Car is actually in the driveway, since we got here early. Didn't even have to go and park down by the curb."

[Meghan Taylor]

"I might gain a little weight in my hips, but they're already so big it won't matter!" Meghan laughed as she continued to drag Rath out of the house and then down the driveway. She shivered a little when the cold air hit her bare legs but since they wouldn't be outside for much longer it wasn't too much of a problem.

"So...which car is yours?" She looked at the two cars that were in the driveway and then looked at Rath, a wide smile on her face.

[Alex Harwood]

"Your hips aren't big," Rath replied absently, glancing at her with a little frown. If there was one thing he couldn't put up with, it was the idea of a pretty girl calling herself down; he had listened to Tatum do it for too many years. "And here, you're cold," he added, as he reached up and shrugged off the vest from his costume. "I mean, it's got the toy gun and knife in the pockets there, but it's actually pretty warm."

Stepping up to the car further down in the driveway, he fished into the pocket of his pants, to find his keys. "And this is mine. That other.. tiny, tiny rusty creature there, is Ophelia's car. The Yugo. Abomination of the streets of Parkdale."

[Marianne Peters]

"Whoa. You don't drink, last I checked," Jackson said, as he twisted the cap off his bottle. He didn't need much encouragement; he tipped it back and took a swig, barely cringing. "But... if it's for the French Club," he mused, taking another swig, "And Miss Donnelly-Rousseau here doesn't mind sharing," he made a gesture with his hand like 'go to it'.

Marianne was nervous but excited. "Sure, I'll have some wine. If it's really okay," she added, eyeing the bottle in the older girl's hand. She looked around, finding an empty and (hopefully) clean cup on the nearest end table.

[Hunter Sommer]

"It's fantastic, honestly," Sera replied cheerfully, as she tipped the bottle once Marianne had found herself a cup, filling it generously, and then tipping the bottle back in her own direction, taking a long drink directly from it. Once she had quenched herself, she offered it over to Leigh, still smiling at her. "You want to finish it up, mon amour?"

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh glanced down at her cup, now mostly empty. "Yes, please," she said and accepted it. She poured at first into her cup, which didn't finish it wholly, and then she drank directly from the bottle, finishing it. "Thank you dear." She turned her attention to Marianne, "it tastes awful...at first. But you get used to it. Or so Sera says. First cup is always awful for me."

She had already drunk what was now about four glasses of wine, and was feeling, not at all disassociated, but pleasantly warm and comfortable.

She looked up at Jackson, "I do bat for the other team," she noted absently. "I bat for all the teams. But monogamy makes that kind of hard to see, I suppose, as my girlfriend comes equipped only with girl-parts. Which is a good thing. Can I try your rum? Can't be worse than the wine."

[Meghan Taylor]

"No, no...my hips are pretty big. But it's fine. It makes me different from all the other girls at school." Meghan smiled a little when Rath offered her his vest, sliding it over her shoulders easily before following him down the driveway to his car.

"Even my brother's vehicle looks better than that thing. Why does she still drive it?" She titled her head to the side and stared at Ophelia's car, making a disgusted face.

[Tatum Donnelly]

"It's her baby," Rath replied simply, as if that answered the question completely. And to him, or any of Ophelia's friends, it really did. There wasn't much else to say. Finally finding his keys, he pulled them out and unlocked his door, before moving quickly to the passenger side, and unlocking Meghan's door.

Pulling it open and holding it for her, he grinned. "M'lady."

"It does get better," Seraphim offered, reaching over and taking Leigh's cup. She took a drink, before handing it back. She was feeling significantly fuzzy, warm, and a little bit silly. It was showing in the rather goofy smile present on her normally solemn face. "Oh, and rum is great. Rath drinks rum and coke. Which, by the way, there is some by the table there, if you want to mix. I think there was, anyway, last I checked."

Looping her arm into Leigh's, she gave the blonde a little tug closer. "But you like monogamy, right? Don't you? With me? I thought you fancied me."

[Leigh O'Conner]

Leigh smiled at the rather silly smile. Leigh loved silly-Sera. "I wanna try regular rum," she took a moment to shoot Jackson a puppy-dog pout, but was brought back again by Sera's question.

"I love monogamy with you!" She dropped a kiss on Supergirl. "It's my favorite type of monogamy." The blonde paused, running through the sentence again in her head, attempting to make sure it made sense. Assured that it did, she continued. "I was just explaining to Jackson that I am not a lesbian. I am currently...Sera-sexual. Is that an option?"