some incredibly self-indulgent super gay werewolf shit

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Ghoul comes in third and Party had promised him a prize if he placed. Truthfully, he'd hoped Ghoul would place, because what's the fun in not giving him a prize? Party's going all out for this, shaved legs and dark lipstick and the shortest, tightest black dress he can squeeze himself into. He's got heels, too, and thigh high stockings and a pink feather boa that clashes horribly with his hair.

He finishes getting ready after he texts Ghoul to get over to the loft and by the time Ghoul shows up, Party's been prancing around in the heels for fifteen minutes. He really should have gotten some sort of cute vintage hat. Maybe next time.

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Party stumbles a little into Ghoul, grace being at least a little challenging for him, but he's doing his best to look intense, even if he wants to laugh a little bit.

"I ain't maikin' any promises I can't keep." But he might try. Maybe. He's a little too distracted to bother making up his mind either which way, anyway. Instead, he tips his head to the side for Ghoul with a little hum. Ghoul smells so familiar after all this time that Party doesn't have to think twice about wanting to rub up against him a bit.

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That must not be the answer Ghoul wants to hear, because he makes a grumpy noise and bites. He ends up sinking his teeth in a little closer to his shoulder than his neck, though, perhaps to avoid setting him off. He's always been the more wolfish one and can have a bit of an unpredictable temper- he may not appreciate such an obvious power play.