Hello again ff community! It's been forever! Yesterday's holiday inspired this fic. As one of my costumes I was the wicked witch of the west. That means a lot of green makeup. Walking to school someone asked me "OH MY GOD! ARE YOU THE GREEN CHICK FROM STAR TREK!" Made my nerdy day and immediately changed my costume. It got me to think about my favorite green chick and how much she'd like this earth tradition. Also, my best friend really does suck at costumes so she inspired this.

I don't own any of them; I just play with them when I'm bored.

I love Nyota Uhura and her little dulce de leche ass with all my heart and souls.

BUT

That girl knows nothing about costumes!

"What in goddess' name do you think you are?" I ask from my vantage point on the bed.

I can see her rolling her eyes at me from her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

She's wearing a gray t-shirt over black leggings. On the t-shirt is a smattering of round buttons she's pinned on.

"I'm a tricorder, obviously." She scowls at me as she applies silver eye shadow.

I pull my hair and say exasperatedly " Ny are you trying to kill me here? I cannot be seen in public with you in that sorry excuse for a costume!"

She comes out of the bathroom with her hands on her hips. One of her buttons chooses this exact moment to fall off of her shirt and clatters onto the floor.

" Well what are you supposed to be?" she says, huffily picking up the pin.

I'm wearing a long sleeved black mini dress and a pointed black hat. The cuffs of the dress, as well as the hem is dusted with glittering bits of sediment I scooped from my morning run to baker beach. Let me just tell you, sand is a bitch to glue to things but as I always say, a costume is only as good as its smallest detail.

"A Sand Witch!"

I twirl in front of her for effect.

"Men are always asking for them aren't they? Well the next time they yell for one from the couch they'll get something a little yummier than sourdough and sexism don't you think?"

Ny's pout breaks instantly and she's giggling along with me.

That's the thing about Ny, I always know how to get her.

"Ugh G, you know I hate this stupid holiday!" She falls backwards onto her bed, bouncing for emphasis.

Just for a second I get a tiny flash of how she'd look if she did that naked.

Down girl, she's your roommate.

And annoyingly heterosexual.

"Why can't we just go out to drink in normal clothes like we do every other weekend?" She groans.

I go to sit beside her on the bed, tiny grains of sand falling off my skirt.

I told you they were a bitch.

"Because my lovely love, its not just every other weekend. It's the one day of year you humans decide it's ok to be whatever you want to be! Think about it, all the men dress up like super heroes and all the women dress like skanks and princesses! Its so great!"

And it really is. They tend to go all out, bless them. It's the one night a year they can take their fantasies out in public. The men who sit meekly behind PADDs by day can throwback shots as klingons by night. And the girls who make that icky sneering face and whisper to eachother as I walk past in a just shy of regulation skirt get to add animal ears to lingerie and show the world how they really want to dress.

They're so simple, I love them for it.

"G, all I want to be is slightly buzzed and dancing." Nyota sighs into her pillow.

"Well there's no reason you can't do that in a costume!" I chirp, bouncing up and flinging my closet doors open", and you're lucky enough to have a roommate that doesn't confine her costumes to one measly night a year!"

Half an hour later.

I collapse into a heap of my own clothing. Utterly defeated.

The room looks like a bomb has gone off any my clothes and accessories are strewn everywhere.

I've tried everything, its no use.

She didn't like my cat suit.

"Too easy."

Or my mermaid costume.

"What are those? Shells, god G I'll freeze my ass off!"

And she really hated my vintage cheerleader outfit.

"See this is what's wrong with men today, their constant infantilization of the female species."

It's hopeless, I give up.

"That's it, I'm not going out!" She says, wrestling her way out the blue latex tube dress and flinging off the headband of last years "sexy Andorian" costume. "Besides it will take all night to clean this mess up!"

"Ny don't!" I whine, attempting to use spit to refasten a grain of sand to my sleeve," You know what happens when I go out drinking without you!"

Her communicator runs out of power from the entire drunk calling.

She sighs," I'm sorry, girl, I'm just so not in the mood."

"What we need is a fresh start!" I say kicking a dress out of the way of the door and grabbing her arm. "Halloween isn't just about costumes. What we need here is some candy. To the replicator!" I drag her out of the room and into the hall.

The floor replicator is located in the corner of our common room. Cadet Rand is standing beside it. She's wearing a gray dress with roman looking squiggles on it. Her gorgeous yellow hair is woven atop her head even in the dim light of our hall. When she bends over to get her item out of the replicator tray I get a nice view of her backside. Not huge but pert and firm, a perfect hand full.

"Oh hey guys!" she says, pulling a pair of earrings off the tray. Tiny bees buzz and swing from her earlobes as she fastens them on.

"Just getting some candy", Ny says, and then looking her up and down, " What is your costume?"

Rand blushes.

"I'm a Grecian tombstone. I read in my prehistory class that they used to put beehives on top of them for luck."

And I can see it now.

Sexy and obscure, very very hot.

"You can get costume pieces from that thing?" I ask, forcing my eyes to meet hers.

"You can get anything you want from there," she said, in a tone I would have sworn was flirtatious had I not seen her secretly doodling "Mrs. Captain James Kirk" on the back of her Vulcan translations in class on Monday. " Are you guys going to The Bitter End later?"

This is our favorite bar on Clement st. Whenever we go, Jimmy always tells us about the numerous women he's taken here to break up with. Say what you want about that man but he has a great sense of irony. We were going there later tonight.

"See you there", I wink as she saunters down the hall to her room.

A perfect handful.

"G, please for the last time, I don't want to wear a costume! I just want to get some chocolate, put on my regular going out clothes and dance. Just give it a rest." She leans over and asks for a chocolate bar with salted caramel.

"Maybe you should just accept I'm not as into this as you are, I just don't have any fantasies that need airing out. Besides," she said biting into the corner of the chocolate " I don't have the confidence or the boobs to fill out any of your costumes".

Confidence?

Boobs?

Suddenly I know the perfect costume for her.

"Green body paint please", I say into the replicator.