Costumes
I actually started this last Halloween. It was supposed to be a looooong fic, but I reread it a fw minutes ago and this was the only part that was any good, and it's amusing on it's own, so... Hope you like. CSI isn't mine. Original character is.
"Greg, come on. Cath, Rick, and Lindsay are all waiting for us!" Nick sighed impatiently, leaning against the counter beside the younger man in the bathroom of the nice restaurant. Greg dressed in a long vampire cape over a white dress shirt and black pants. Nick, though in a rather predictable costume, as Greg insisted, was wearing tight denim jeans, a button down shirt, boots, a holster, and a black Stetson cowboy hat. And they were late.
His lover huffed, running the black eyeliner pencil over his bottom lid for what seemed like the thousandth time. "You're the one who had to go and screw up my make-up. It's your fault." Nick tugged at the side of the cape. It was all in vain though; Greg has spent another hour and a half earlier messing with blood capsules that had worn off over dinner. Nick practically making out with him really didn't help matters, either.
The Texan glared, plucking the pencil from the others hand. "Yeah, because our waiter was flirting with you. And he needed to know that you're mine."
"Ooh, possessive tonight, are we Nicky?" Greg teased, making Nick groan when he pulled a spare out of the bag he'd brought with him. "The guy was flirting with everybody, baby, not just me."
"Still." He shut his mouth as Andrew the overly friendly, and not as awesome, vampire walked into the room, offering a smile and a cheerful 'hello' before ducking into one of the stalls. "Are you -almost- finished yet, Greggo?"
"Stop rushing me!" He growled, reaching for the fangs he'd made out of acrylic and slipping them into place. "So, how do I look?"
"Like an idiot dressed like that in a place already decorated for Christmas." The elder deadpanned, arms folded across his chest as Greg cleaned up his make-up. Why that was true, Nick did not know.
Greg rolled his eyes in annoyance, throwing his arms around Nick's neck. "I vant to suck your blood!" He declared, his teeth hovering over his lovers neck.
The Texan laughed, pulling Greg towards the exit. "Oh, I'll give you something to suck."