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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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"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.

"So, not English, then?" he asks. "I'm almost afraid to learn the 'language of your people'. I might get some on me." This doesn't stop him from twisting open one of the chocolates she threw at him and stuffing it into his mouth. What? He's wearing a baseball uniform, not a ten-thousand dollar suit. A little chocolate won't hurt anything if he got it on the clothes. Except that he doesn't, because physically, he's older than six.

"Trust me, it could only be an improvement." She says, her tone teasing more than anything else. She watches him eat the chocolate, unsure whether to comment on it or flirt with him over it. No, definitely not flirting. He obviously won at that game and she was obviously such a newbie that it was embarrassing.

Finally, she turns away and picks up a whole tub of candy, hugging it to her chest. "I'm gonna veg out with candy and sugar rush through the night."

He can only shake his head at her. Something about what he assumes is that 'California vibe' doesn't mesh so well with his fierce New Yorker one. They'll have to agree to speak different languages and work on translation interfaces or something. Maybe she should try flirting with him - she might improve her skills. Besides, he'd only tease her a little. (Maybe.)

"That's your plan? Get loaded on sugar and, what, watch TV?" The TV part makes sense, the obscene amounts of sugar make a little less sense. He shrugs. "I mean, it's not as exciting as having a beer and a joint, but whatever works for you." Does she want to find out how much of that last part is a lie? She can ask.

Flirting with Harvey, while fun in the moment, could definitely lead to heartache. Dawn knows this. Summers girls had never done the halfway or kind of but not really thing very well as far as the opposite sex went... or the same sex, because there was that one mini slayer that Buffy had... never mind. The point was: heartbreak. Harvey really was too attractive for his own good, too adept at flirting, because Dawn, maybe in her inexperience, felt things she probably shouldn't.

That doesn't mean she won't edge around flirting, remaining just on the outskirts of it enough to where it might or might not be considered flirting. And this was because she felt things she probably shouldn't about Harvey too.

"Drugs are for losers." She arches a brow at him, her lips twisting into a wry smile. "You know you wanna join me." She turns to walk away toward the hotel lobby.

Harvey is sort of the kind who does casual relationships. One night stands frequently feature in his sex life. If that's not what she's up for, flirting with him will most definitely end in heartache. However, if she's just looking for a little fun, if she can talk him into it, then she'll have a better chance of it.

He frowns at her. "Are you calling me a loser?" Does he follow? He waits a few steps before he does, but he makes his way through the people.

"Do you do drugs?" She asks in response, not even looking back but just hoping that he's following. She finds a couch in the lobby and plops down into the cushions, her fluffy skirt poofing out around her. The tub of candies gets set next to her along with the sharp dagger she was carrying.

Wide, bright eyes look up to Harvey even as she opens a tiny box of nerds candy. "Don't worry, there's lots of chocolate in here too."

"This is the conversation you want to have? Asking if I do drugs?" he asks her as they step into the lobby, bat tossed over his shoulder. "Will my answer change your current opinion of me?" It won't affect him any; he's just curious what she will think once he answers this question. For the moment, the candy isn't part of the equation. And he's lurking at the edge of the couch, not sitting. Not yet.

"It's as good a conversation as any. And we'll still be friend even if you need AA. I could be your sponsor!" She grins up at him and waggles his eyebrows. Yes, she's teasing him. But the truth is she had never considered that someone like Harvey did drugs. He was so well put together and fit.

He frowns at her. "I don't need AA. Or a sponsor," he says. He steps around her feet and shoves the candy bowl closer to her before he sits down, bat leaned against one leg. "Your assumption is that all drugs are bad," he says flatly.

"Well, sure. Some people take them for health reasons and I get that. But just getting high? I don't see the point. I'd rather something... like an emotion that made me soar." She side-eyes Harvey. Really, she shouldn't have said that. Because now he was going to mock her. Look at her, prepared for Harvey's mocking. Really though, she had felt like she was soaring when he had kissed her.

"We'll get high one day. You'll see," he says in response to the first part of what she says. Then, he quirks an eyebrow at her. "Emotion?" He smirks and shakes his head. Harvey doesn't do emotions. Well, not in the traditional sense. And if you press him on the subject? Let's just say, it won't go well.

A frown bends his brow. "Hold on - are you hitting on me?" It's intoned as a simple question, no mocking. Not this time.

She scoffs at his offer to get high with her. Dawn doesn't ever see that happening so she doesn't take it seriously. Her smirk is one of amusement more than anything else. She wouldn't even press him on the emotions thing. She's figuring out that Harvey doesn't do things like anyone she has ever known before. It's a whole new way of being. She just has to take him as he is and try to keep up.

But when he asks if she's hitting on him. Her face twists as she makes a 'pshh' sound and shakes her head. Then she hesitates and shrugs. "Maybe a little. I flirt sometimes. Sometimes flirting is a thing I do. So... yeah. Get used to it."

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