"Wait a sec, almost done. Hold still! There. Open your eyes."

Gilbert opened his eyes to one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen in his life. Shit! He was getting a boner. Damn did he make a good looking woman. He'd do himself in a heartbeat. Liz was truly skilled at makeup. He was a sexy man and an even sexier woman. His poor girlfriend just couldn't compare. When they went in public, there was no doubt that they'd get honked at and catcalled.

"Be honest. Am I good or what?"

"Babe, you're the second best after me! Let's go show off your hard work."

And with that they left for the Halloween party. Liz was dressed as Satan and Gilbert was Satan's bride. Gilbert's dress was short but he knew he had the legs to pull it off. He'd shaved just for this. The dark pink goat horns, white wig, and long false eyelashes felt strange on his head but it was only for one night and he was sure that after a few drinks he wouldn't even feel them. His hot girlfriend, currently turned husband, had her long hair pulled into a masculine low ponytail, her breasts bound, large black ram horns pinned on, and a realistic looking goatee glued in place at her chin. While Gilbert was adorned in a slutty facsimile of a wedding dress, Liz was wearing his red suit (a real baller had a suit for everyday of the week) and carrying a cheap costume pitchfork. They were about the same height so, at least from a distance or in dim light, they looked convincing.

As they turned onto the street, they could already hear the thumping of loud music. One would think that such a spectacle would have immediately drawn the police but the party's host, Antonio, had already planned for that. A week before the date, he'd sent Gilbert and their good friend Francis out to get written permission from all the neighbors. Francis could flirt most men or women into doing anything for him and Gilbert "had no shame" as he was commonly told. At the entrance to the house, there was an angry looking man with chin length blond hair. He was wearing normal clothes with a green diamond held over his head by a thin wire.

"I need to see I.D."

"Vash! It's Me! Gilbert! And Liz! You know us."

"No one enters without I.D. I'll remove you with force if I must."

Gilbert grumbled and stuck his hand into his cleavage and dug around under the padding where he kept his phone, some cash, and his license in case he needed to drive. Vash glared when he was handed a sweaty, skin temperature card. Liz handed hers over as well but of course her outfit had pockets. Vash handed him back his I.D., told him to "eat a dick" , and let them both in.

Gilbert made a grand entrance that'd taken him half a day to set up. He pressed a button taped to the wall that caused glitter guns to fire glitter at the crowd and a spot light to blink on that focused on the pair. Gilbert dramatically waltzed into the house with Liz at his side. Once at the end of his planned runway, Gilbert was dipped by Liz and given a passionate kiss that caused hoots and hollers from the watching crowd. After the kiss was finished more glitter rained down, this time from the ceiling.

After the DJ pulled everyone's focus back with a new song, Gilbert went to check out the food. It was in the next room so no glitter would harm it. There was of course a big bowl of green colored witches brew (heavily spiked) as the focus point in the center of the table with smaller bowls of Halloween candy on either side. A scoop of Antonio's famous homemade salsa was the first thing Gilbert loaded on a plate as Liz simply got a cup of the Halloween themed punch and wandered off to find her friends. Gilbert was getting some food in his stomach before hitting the alcohol when a pair of hands reached around and squeezed his fake boobs.

"Salute, ma belle."

"Hey Franny!"

Gilbert turned to see his French friend dressed as a foppish ghost. The costume leaned more towards sexy than scary but it was obvious that the costume had taken a lot of effort. Francis was just as flashy as he was when it came to theatrics. Francis' entrance had unfortunately been missed by Gilbert but it would have surely rivaled it.

"What a beautiful woman you make, Gil. I almost couldn't tell it was you. Where is your enchanting petite amie? I want to see what she is wearing."

"I know! I'm the hottest girl here! Liz is Satan. You might have already seen her walking around. She's wearing my Friday suit. She looks handsome. Sex tonight is going to be great!"

They both chuckled in agreement before grabbing a cup of punch each and going to look for Antonio. It wasn't hard, they just had to follow the sounds of loud cursing. Antonio always followed after his childhood friend and crush, Lovino, and where the fiery brunette was, Antonio was sure to be there. What did surprise them was what they were wearing. Antonio was dressed as a soldier or something with a gun and Lovino was dressed like an old lady.

"What are you supposed to be, Toni?"

Antonio turned from the object of his affections to shine a blinding smile at them. He reached over and tapped someone behind him's shoulder. The nice girl who lived next door and a man Gilbert didn't know came over to stand next to Antonio and Lovino. The girl was wearing a cute dress and a red hooded cloak. The man beside her was wearing a werewolf costume.

"Uh, what?"

"We're the characters from Little Red Riding Hood dumb ass! Bella's Red. Tim's the Wolf. I'm Grandma, and this bastard here is the Huntsman. How are you still friends with these dumb fucks?"

Lovino was in his usual tempers. Gilbert just didn't see what his buddy saw in the angry little man. Antonio was attractive enough. He could easily catch someone else. But that wasn't Gilbert's business. His own costume was though.

"Guess what I am!"

"The Devil's Bride."

"How did you know?!"

"You posted selfies on Instagram before you came over."

Antonio was still smiling the same so Gilbert couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic. Probably not though. Now that their trio was united the party was officially started. The night was filled with drinking, dancing, and mild pranks on the guests (Couldn't do anything serious or they would all leave). The trio got drawn into a game of truth or dare and that's how Gilbert found himself making out with a girl who wasn't his girlfriend. If someone refused a dare, they had to take a shot of the askers choosing. Gilbert could have refused and taken the shot, but his pride wouldn't let him back down from the request. He grabbed the woman dressed as a slutty bumblebee and gave the other players a show. Francis whistled perversely from his spot on the floor and that was the last thing Gilbert heard before a fist connected with the side of his head and knocked him to the ground.

"I can't believe you!"

Gilbert pushed the long hair of the wig out of his face to see his enraged girlfriend glaring down at him. From this position, she truly looked like Satan himself. Gilbert pulled himself from the floor, struggling to rise with heels on.

"We were playing truth or dare. It means nothing."

"Nothing?! Why didn't you say no?!"

"I couldn't back down from a dare, babe, I'd look like a coward."

"Don't 'babe' me. And who cares! It's just a game. You always do this! You are so selfish!"

"I told you it didn't mean anything!"

"And I've told you many times before that this bothers me. It means something to me! You couldn't hold back for one dare! You couldn't do this for me because the only person who matters to you is yourself!"

"I do care about you!"

"No, you don't. It's like you said earlier. I'm second best after you. I'm tired of being second to you. We're done."

Liz ended the shouting match with a level and tired voice. She left the room and eventually the house. Knowing how violent she could get when angered Gilbert expected the door to be slammed and for everyone to know his shame, but she closed the door with a quiet click. Everyone in their circle was silently watching before they started muttering quietly to each other. Francis was the first to take action. He led the still shocked Gilbert out of the room and away from the gossiping voices.

"I'm sure if you wait for her to cool down, she'll change her mind and take you back."

"Take me back?! No. She won't be 'taking me back.' She'll come crawling back to me. I never beg and I don't apologize when it's not my fault. It's her fault for being so sensitive!"

Gilbert pressed at the side of his head where she'd hit him. It was tender and he winced. It would most likely bruise. At least it wasn't his face. He didn't know what he would do if she'd broken his perfect face. The wig had cushioned some of the blow, so Gilbert didn't think he had a concussion. A pain killer would still be needed though.

"You think Antonio has anything for this?"

Gilbert pointed to the side of his head. Francis helped him find Antonio and when they came across the man, word had already spread through the crowd about what happened. Antonio gave him some soda instead of alcohol to take the pills and let him go into one of the guest rooms to rest. Gilbert felt a touch of anger as he locked the door and flopped down on the bed. Liz had made him the laughing stock of the party! Everyone was whispering about him and how he couldn't take care of his girlfriend. They probably thought he was a pussy for getting smacked around like that! He'd show them all that he was no weakling to be pushed around by a woman. After he took a short nap that was the first thing he would do.

AN: Well here's another fic I shouldn't be posting because I already have too many I'm working on now. I actually wrote this waaaaaay back in January and it's just been sitting on my computer until I started cleaning things out.