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All Hallows Haunt and All Must Have Fun

The fog had begun near the dusk hours, coating all the plants and flowers in the garden. It settled, heavy, and blanketed everything with a new cover that was only matched in mood by the graveyard that had unearthed itself from the grass and the moss. Names were etched on each gravestone, but the most unnerving part was that every few steps, if you stopped and listened very, very carefully, you might hear a knock of a human hand against hard wood. It was almost as if the dead were being called upwards.

The maze stood normal, but inside around the corners, there were things lurking and waiting.

Outside might have become frightening and gloomy, but the contrast to indoors was stark. Inside, carved pumpkins lit with candles turned the ballroom and restaurants into amber-lit abodes, costumed partygoers twirled to the music played by the band in the lobby (while the DJ had set up in the conservatory). Candy and small hors d'oeuvres circulated on the trays of immaculately clad waiters and though outside it was stormy, foggy, and spooky, inside was a delight of themed drinks, delicious food, and the manic and half-crazed mood of people in the midst of their fun.

The party for Halloween had begun.

And there was no telling when it might ever end.

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Well, Harvey had pretty much just described Dawn's entire existence. As her sister had once said: 'Dawn's in trouble, must be Tuesday'. And never had more accurate words been spoken. Maybe it was the keyness of her, prone to danger and turmoil. Maybe she was just trying to measure up and pull her weight in a world where everyone else was better than her at everything.

But now that Harvey had spelled it out like that, she actually reconsidered going outside. "Well, I mean she could be out there by herself. She might need backup."

He almost laughs at her. He hadn't been aiming to discourage her from going outside, but to discourage her from going outside alone.

For the moment, he gives her a look and lets her try to work that out on her own. "That's not what I was saying," he prompts and taps the bat against the floor.

Dawn arches a brow at him, the bat drawing her attention to make her look down to the floor and back up to his eyes. "Then what were you saying?"

He'd roll his eyes, but he's afraid he'd see the back of his head. "How about not going outside alone?" he hints.

"But I'm bored in here." She only realizes after the fact that that might have sounded like a slight to his company. Whoops. So her eyes go wide and she shakes her head. "Not that you're boring! I just mean... you know... I want more candy." No, that was not what she meant. She probably did not need more candy. She just meant this party sucked. Her Halloweens were usually much more eventful than this.

"Yeah, candy. You know what I want? Pop Rocks." And she's going to go in search of some, turning on her heel to look through all the baskets of candy scattered about. She doesn't even know if they have Pop Rocks. But she wants some. And it's a nice diversion from embarrassing herself in front of Harvey.

He presses his lips together. "It's good to know that I'm boring you," he says. Teasing? Maybe. If she spooks, he'll just grin that shit-eating grin of his and wait.

"Are you going to drop them in some soda too?" he asks her. What? If she hasn't figured out he's an asshole by now, she's not been paying attention.

"Oh my god you are so not boring me. Do you even hear what people besides you say?" She calls back over her shoulder. She pauses at the baskets of candy and starts rifling through them.

Without looking up she replies to him. "Sure I am. You can't have pop rocks without soda." She shrugs. "What can I say? I like to live on the edge."

He shakes his head and grins wickedly. "No. I never listen to anyone else." It's not entirely a lie either.

"Grab some Mentos and a 2-liter and we'll go out back and see how high we can get it to shoot."

"You know what? I actually believe that." She answers him without looking in his direction, her eyes wide and her head nodding slowly as she picks out several packets of differing flavored pop rocks from the baskets.

"Or, I could toss the Mentos in the air and you could pretend you're actually Babe Ruth and hit a home run." She tosses back at him

Her response makes him grin. Because he's an ass. She really does remind him a little bit of Mike.

"What makes you think I'm not Babe Ruth?"

"Well Babe Ruth used to binge on hot dogs and soda pop and..." Dawn looks over to Harvey, down and then back up. There's a momentary look of appreciation before she turns back to dig through the candy bins. "I'm pretty sure you've got a six pack going on under there or something close to it. Maybe a four pack."

He is very tempted to tell her she could come check for herself, but he's pretty sure she'd actually do it. The prom kiss was one thing. Close inspection of his body sans clothes is something else entirely.

He glances down at his middle, then back at her. "How closely have you been looking at me?" he asks her. Not ashamed at all or embarrassed by the possibility.

"Close enough." She answers as non committal and uninterested as she can possibly make herself sound. She's kind of proud of herself for the result.

And how intently she stares at the small box of nerds candy she comes up with from the bin. "Don't tell me you don't know you're ogle-worthy. You can't be that oblivious."

He shrugs. "No one ever looks at me," he lies. The smarmy grin on his face is likely heard in the words anyway.

A finger pointed in her direction, then, "Nerds? Really? Is that the best they have?"

"Okay, Babe." She answers with a grin and a roll of her eyes. "I don't even need a lie detector to hear that one is a lie-o-rama. If I had lie radar it'd be going off like ding ding ding ding."

She waggles the half dozen packets of pop rocks at him too. "And pop rocks, which are legit the best. What's your favorite? I'll see if they have it."

He quirks a grin at her. "The obvious lies are the easy ones," he says. Yes, he's being an ass.

"I don't have a favorite, but I wouldn't say 'no' to a KitKat."

"So tell me a not so obvious one." She's never been one to back down from a challenge. Not ever, really.

She looks back down into the bin, shifting her fingers through the candies for a moment before coming back up triumphant. She tosses the kit kat to Babe Ruth.

"If I tell you a non-obvious lie now, you'll know it's a lie. And that wouldn't be very sporting." Or fun. For him.

He catches the candy one-handed. "Any other good chocolate in there, or did they fill it up with all that fruity sugar shit?"

"It'd be sporting for me." She answers with an amused waggle of her eyebrows. If Harry told her an obvious lie about himself, she would learn another truth about him. "So lie to me."

She moves to another basket and starts digging through it. She comes up with a cookies and cream lindor truffle and tosses it at him too before continuing her search.

Does she know what she's getting herself into? He waits for her to dig around in the candy bin some more. It's a good thing too, since she throws something else at him. When she dives in again, he steps right up behind her, leans over her back, mouth near her ear and whispers, "I want to fuck you right now."

Well, she did say to lie to her. So he did. However, which part of that phrase is the actual lie, that part is still up for debate and determination.

It's right then, when she feels the solidity of Harvey pressed to her back and his breath heated on her ear, a warmth and restlessness settling somewhere deep inside in response to his words that she decides he might be evil. Because damn if he wasn't a really good liar. And oh how she didn't want to admit the ways in which that lie affected her.

Yep. Evil.

For a bit, she's speechless. And let's face it, turned on. She stands there with her hand in the candy bucket with Harvey right behind her so close she can feel him. "Wow you're good." Those three words are said very fast, voice tight and controlled. She draws a deep breath to steady herself. "Too good in a super creepy way." And there was a lie. She wasn't creeped out, she was... something she didn't want to admit.

It's not that he wouldn't sleep with her under the right circumstances, but that, perhaps, the right circumstances haven't presented themselves. Prom room of weirdness and headaches notwithstanding.

He has never claimed to not be evil.

Those three little words - no matter how fast she spits them - make him grin like a Cheshire cat. It widens when she mentions 'creepy', because, "You're not creeped out. You are the polar opposite of creeped out by me."

"I am so creeped out by you." She tosses back, digging through the candy again as if Harvey isn't even there. But it's telling that she doesn't try to move away from him. She knows it is. She tells herself it's because she was standing here first and he's trying to encroach on her space so she has to stubbornly stand her ground. But really, she just likes him being close more than she cares to admit.

"Like... the most creeped out by the crepiest creep of all the creepers." She grabs another lindor truffle, this one dark chocolate. She holds it up over her shoulder to pass it back to him. "Here."

His face is full of disbelief. "If you were really creeped out by me, you wouldn't still be standing here with me."

He takes the candy from her. "This was your idea. You told me to lie to you."

"I was here first." And this is where she whirls around on him to faux glare at him. Her hands are on her hips, a stubbornness only muted by the fact that her fists are full of candies pilfered from the tubs.

She arches one brow. "Here's a lie: my favorite color is green. And another one: I like asparagus. Your lie was... it was..." Hot. A turn on. Sexy. Cruel. "...more like a lie in all caps, bold, underlined and italics... with really big font."

A pause. "Besides, Babe Ruth could never have sex with this version of Alice Liddel because he'd almost crush her to death and she'd end up stabbing him with her really big knife."

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