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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 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."

He has to laugh at her when she turns around because she looks so ridiculous. "That would be a lot more convincing without the candy," he says of her glare, pointing to her hands.

"Go big or go home," he says in response to her assessment of his fib.

The laugh returns. "I don't think I said that Babe Ruth was going to do anything at all to Alice."

She makes an unimpressed face at him and shoves the candy into the front pockets of her fake blood covered apron. "What can I say? I have a sweet tooth."

His laugh gets a hand, palm flat against his chest as she tries to move him backward. Again, his words thrill her. But she tries not to show it. "Well that's what you're gonna get on come as you aren't night."

"Obviously," he says regarding her love for sugar.

He glances down to where her tiny hand presses against his chest. It's unlikely she'll move him unless he lets her. Depending on his mood - he might. He arches an eyebrow. "Really? If I told you, right now, that this was a sure thing, you wouldn't drop the act in a heartbeat?" He really should quit while he's ahead. And if Donna was here, he'd already have quit long ago because she would've decked him or given him some sort of harsh glare about being an asshole. But she's not. And Harvey likes to play games.

Dawn looks up at him, wide-eyed and curious. Once again his words make her heart skip a beat and she hates that. Because she knows he isn't being serious. And yet... she feels things. About Harvey. For Harvey. She really needs to find nicer guys to crush on, she tells herself.

"I think I should have come as Red Riding Hood and you the Big Bad Wolf. It's more fitting." She says. Not an answer to his question. Because she would really rather not embarrass herself by giving that answer.

His lips bend upward, but not into a smile, more into a shit-eating grin. He leans in again so he isn't heard by other party-goers and whispers, "Is that so I can eat you?" Truly, the man has no shame at all. None.

[ooc: omg i almost feel like i should apologize for Harvey because he is being an absolute asshole and he ttly knows it - he just doesn't care. /o\ sometimes, he is a horrible person.]

Finally she gives his chest a hard shove. Partly because of what he said. Partly because he's suddenly too close and she can't breathe anything but Harvey Specter. Partly because she doesn't want to kiss that sit eating grin on his lips and she might have done so if she didn't shove him. "You're not playing fair, you... crap head! Go eat your elitist chocolate."

ooc: noooo! it's okay! it's fun!

This time he does step back. The self-satisfied smirk still plastered on his face.

It morphs into a chuckle at her 'epithet'. "Crap head? That's the best you've got?" He holds up a hand. "I've given you probably a dozen better options just tonight."

And fair? Who said anything about fair? Though, really, he's playing fair - he's answering her questions. He can't help it that she lacks experience. He's doing her a favor - she's getting plenty now.

"Well maybe I don't wanna be all take-y when you're the one being all give-y. Kapeesh??" It wasn't true, of course. But Dawn was just riled up enough to just spit words at Harvey, whatever came out of her mouth first.

"I can come up with my own words." Because take-y and give-y are totally words, okay?

His face bends into a confused frown. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." Because, no, 'take-y' and 'give-y' are not actual words in the English language as Harvey Specter has learned it.

"That's because you don't know the language of my people." Dawn answers, looking completely serious for about two seconds flat before a smile starts at the corners of her lips and spreads. She dips her head as she dissolves into laughter. In some ways it's true. Summers girls had always had their own way of speaking. But really, she's just being silly to break the tension.

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