"What are we going to do?" Hanna nearly shrieks. Her gaze lands on Spencer.

"What do you mean what are we going to do? We can't just choose between Maya and Santana! They're not little lambs we can just offer up as sacrifice!" Spencer says. Aria's eyes widen as her friends spiral out of control.

"Guys, take a breath. Santana's only here for a weekend. Lets take things one step at a time. Let's just figure out what we're doing tonight," Aria says.

"Ladies, no need to worry." Puck drawls. He strolls up to their group. "I know we're the strangers in town, but we have a sick party lined up for you." Puck smiles. "Can I interest you in a beverage or organic smoke while we wait for the princesses to return?" Spencer and Aria share a tentative look when Puck produces a large, Costco sized plastic jug of Gin. Toby notices Spencer's hesitation and steps in.

"Hey. I'm Toby."

"Puck. Nice costume dude," Puck says. He hands Toby the jug. "Harem boy?" Puck nods at Toby's loose pants. Toby almost sputters mid swallow. Spencer holds a hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Uh," Toby coughs.

"Don't worry. I was a Chippendale last year. I don't judge. It totally turns the chicks on," Puck says.

The jock pats Toby roughly on the back. Spencer smiles at the their interaction. Most people in Rosewood treat Toby like the hunchback of Notre Dame. It's nice to see him talking to a guy, even if it is one like Puck. The brief moment of happiness disappears when Spencer's phone buzzes under her breastplate. She fishes it out and checks the message.

'Put your game face on. You have a game of your own tonight - Follow the Mohawk. Ask for a drink or a toke. 5 minute shot clock.-A'. Spencer's plan to retreat safely to her house with Hanna, Aria and Emily dissipates as the reality of the task sets in.

"I guess we're doing this whether we like it or not," Aria says, peering over Spencer's shoulder.

"Wow. It looks like we're missing the party." Everyone turns to see Emily and Santana walking out of the shadows at the end of the parking lot. Emily has an arm looped through Santana's.

"We're just getting started," Brittany says. She skips happily to meet them halfway across the parking lot. Brittany flanks Emily and takes her other arm just in time to guide her and a wayward stiletto around a deep crack in the asphalt. Being a tall girl with an amazing sense of balance, Brittany has always been the choice of support for drunk girls in heels. Emily staggers at the brisk motion and her arm shoots out and wraps around Santana's waist instinctively. Across the parking lot, Quinn rolls her eyes at her friends' antics.

"Hey Em," Spencer says. "What's the plan tonight?"

"I think we're invited to the Haunted House party at the old train station," Emily says.

"But only if everyone's up for it," Santana adds. She has a feeling that Emily and her friends might not be the type to party hard. "And we don't have to get crazy." Santana looks at Brittany and motions subtly for her to leave the Rosewood girls to convene in private. Santana and Brittany link arms and walk over to where Quinn is leaning against a light pole.

"So, we're not going all out?" Quinn smirks at Santana as her lights a cigarette. "I honestly don't think I can stay here any longer sober," Quinn says.

"I said they don't have to go all out," Santana says.

"Her friends are kind of white bread aren't they?" Quinn says, exhaling a smooth cloud over Santana's head. "It's not a bad thing," Quinn adds. "She's sweet because she's so innocent. I actually like her."

"I like her too," Brittany says. "She's hot."

"Mmhmm…" Santana steals a glimpse at the gorgeous girl across the parking lot. Emily leans onto Hanna as she lifts one leg off the ground. She shifts her weight from one leg to the other, rolling and stretching her ankles. Her silky hair catches the light and glimmers for a second in the dark lot. Santana coughs and averts her gaze when Emily bends over to adjust one of her heels.

"Sorry guys. I know we're not really big on the whole haunted house thing. If we're not up for that, we can totally find another party," Emily says.

"No, we're totally down. But uh, why don't you go ask your girlfriend what she wants to do tonight," Spencer says, looking over at Maya on the steps.

"She's not my girlfriend," Emily says a bit too quickly.

"Sorry. We thought you were back together," Aria says.

"Well we're not," Emily says. She sighs before continuing. "She wanted to take things slow. " Emily runs a hand through her long hair before crossing her arms.

"Aw Em. She's totally still into you," Hanna says. "Look at how awkward and alone she is right now. She's only here because of you."

"Whatever," Emily says. "Come get us when you make up your mind. I don't want to keep them waiting," Emily says, glancing at the three Cheerios waiting under the streetlamp. Her heels click sharply in the quiet lot as she heads towards Maya.

"Yep," Spencer says before pressing her lips together. The sound of crickets chirping in the night air fills the silence as Aria and Hanna wait for Spencer to continue.

"What?" Aria asks.

"Emily 'I can open my own damn door' Fields is back town," Spencer says. "She's a little drunk," Spencer says when Hanna and Aria stare at her in silence. Spencer jumps when her armored cleavage starts buzzing again. She quickly digs out her phone. 'Don't run out the clock. You won't like the penalty-A'.

"What is it?" Hanna asks. Spencer hands Hanna the phone and takes a deep breath before marching over to Toby and Puck. "I think I'm ready for that shot." Spencer avoids eye contact with Toby as she takes the jug of Gin from a grinning Puck.

"Damn Xena. And here I thought we weren't going to party tonight," Puck says, watching Spencer swallow a large gulp.

"Hey," Emily says as she nears the front steps of the school. She towers over Maya for a few seconds before deciding to sit. Emily sits a few steps below Maya and leans back on her elbows.

"Hey," Maya says.

"Did you want to go to a party tonight?" Emily says.

"Sure… Is that what you wanted to do?" Maya says. She's never been around intoxicated Emily before. She doesn't realize why the usually chipper girl seems so aloof.

"That was the plan." Emily looks over her shoulder and smiles. "But I totally understand why you might not want to go." She reaches up and takes Maya hand from where it's clutched in her lap.

"What? No. Of course I want to go. Why wouldn't I?"

"People might be smoking…and drinking, a lot," Emily says.

"Oh. I'm totally fine with that."

"Good. I just don't want to get you in trouble. Don't want you getting shipped off again," Emily says. Before Maya can respond, something catches Emily's eye and the girl is up and walking across the parking lot. She pauses and turns to face Maya and waits for her to follow.

"So, who's going in which car?" Hanna asks, checking the time on her phone. She glances around the parking lot. "The dance is done in like five minutes and we really don't want to be here for the stampede."

Three minutes later, Puck and Artie find themselves crammed into Toby's truck. Artie's chair rattles between Blaine and Kurt on the truck bed as they head towards Rosewood's abandoned train station.

"That's awesome. I never really thought about going into construction," Puck says. He rubs the side of head thoughtfully. "I guess that's what Ms. Pillsbury means when she says I need to 'broaden my views'," Puck says, holding up air quotes with his hands.

"It's been working out for me…But cleaning pools sounds like a nice way to get paid too," Toby says. He flinches when Puck leans over jabs him in the stomach.

"Dude, you could totally make some cashish and catch some cougars with those abs." Puck laughs. He pounds a fist on the window separating the truck bed and the cab. "Kids! You comfy back there?" A muffled 'yes' reaches his ears. "Artie, pass this down." Puck shoves a flask in Artie's hand before hoisting him out of the window. Artie yelps, suddenly finding himself dangling out of Toby's truck. The asphalt whips by in a blur under his face. "Don't worry! I got you!" Puck yells. Puck tightens his grip on Artie's belt and gives what he thinks is a reassuring shake.

"Guys!" Artie yells, waving the flask over the edge of trunk.

"Thanks!" Blaine grabs the flask before ducking down into the truck bed again.

"How do you think Toby's holding up?" Spencer says, glancing at Aria then Toby's truck in front of them. She winces as Artie's flailing form is yanked back into the truck.

"He'll survive," Aria says, distracted. She glances in her rearview mirror again. Emily's car follows at a safe distance. Suddenly, the blinker flashes on and Emily's beautiful Toyota disappears around a turn. "Where are they going?" Aria glances at Spencer. Aria's phone chirps as it receives a new message. Spencer snatches the phone from her hands.

"It's Hanna. 'Stopping at home for a sec. The Cheerios? Need to change their costumes and I'm about to pee myself.' Tmi, Han," Spencer says, returning the phone to Aria's lap. "They'll catch up with us," Spencer says. "How are you doing back there?" Spencer asks, turning to check on the kids crammed into the back of Aria's SUV.

"Sardines," Mike Chang says from where he and Tina are squeezed in the trunk space.

"I wish I was gay," Hanna says, woefully as she plops onto the bed next to Emily. She sighs, looking around her bedroom. The three Cheerios stand in varying stages of undress. Matching red spanks and skirts litter the floor between the walk in closet and vanity table. Hanna leans back on her elbows and nudges Emily. "Is this turning you on? Are you turned on?" Hanna arches an eyebrow at Emily before pointedly sweeping her eyes up and down Quinn's exposed back. Emily laughs and nudges Hanna back.

"Is this turning you on?" Emily smirks.

"Hey, do you have any lip gloss I can borrow?" Santana asks. Emily looks up and fights the urge to physically gulp as Santana bends over and pulls a pair of fishnets up and over her thighs. A black, sateen bra hold's Santana's surgically engineered and perfected breasts together. Mocha mounds fight against each other, threatening to spill over the silky black fabric.

"Damn," Hanna says, sitting up. "Nice bra!"

"Thanks," Santana says. "It looks amazing and it fits like a sports bra," Santana adds. She takes as a few steps back before leaning over and pushing herself into a hand stand. The black fabric struggles to keep Santana decent. She holds the pose, demonstrating the antigravity properties of the bra for a few seconds before gracefully falling into a stand again.

"Show off," Brittany calls over her shoulder from where she's putting eye liner on in front of the vanity.

"May I?" Hanna says. She reaches out and strokes the fabric after receiving a nod from Santana. "Oh my god, that is so soft!" Hanna says.

"Showing off your fake guns again?" Quinn asks. "The bathroom's in the hall right?" Quinn says before disappearing into the hallway.

"Yes, these delicious puppies are enhanced," Santana says, glaring at Quinn's back. She looks to Hanna and Emily and silently braces herself for the spark of judgment in their eyes.

"Well they look, great." Hanna says. "Right Em?"

"Mmhmm." A raging blush fills Emily's cheeks.

"They feel pretty damn good too," Santana says. "That's when you know they do it right." Before Emily can comprehend how much her life is turning into a porno, she sees Hanna reaching out for a feelsies.

"Oh girl, they feel so real!" Hanna squeals. "Em you got to feel them."

"Wow, looks like I'm missing out on the party," Maya says from the doorway. Both of Hanna's hands are cupped around Santana's breasts. Emily is blushing up a storm. Brittany is bent over the vanity table, carefully applying the finishing touches to a pair of fake eyelashes. Maya blinks when she realizes Brittany is wearing only a pair of fishnets and the world's shortest leather skirt.

"Um, definitely not," Hanna scoffs. She removes herself from Santana's chest and gets up to relieve Maya of the bottles of water in her arms. Hanna quickly herds Maya to her desk and hands her a large, makeup filled pouch. "Come on. Let's get you slutty."

"So, lip gloss?" Emily says, finally finding her tongue again. She gets up and rummages furiously through the vanity drawer, trying not to watch as Santana shrugs into a tight, military green, mini pencil skirt.

"What do you think?" Santana says. Emily looks up to see Santana fiddling with the zipper on her tight uniform top. "Up or down?" Santana pulls the zipper up and down, rapidly exposing and covering her magnificent cleavage. "I mean, I know it's Halloween, but I don't want to be a super hooker." Santana pins a 60's inspired pilot's cap to her perfectly coifed hair and smirks at herself in the mirror before looking to Emily for her answer.

"That's a change," Quinn says, reentering the room. She nudges Santana away from the mirror and leans in to apply mascara. Santana snatches the tiny brush away from her grabs her face. Quinn relaxes when Santana starts to gingerly apply the makeup for her.

"Pot calling the kettle black, mommy," Santana says as she studies Quinn's face. Her eyes flicker down and take in the white, Marilyn Monroe-esque dress on Quinn's body. Without releasing Quinn's face, she reaches for eyeliner. With a careful touch, she adds Marilyn Monroe's trademark beauty mark above Quinn's lip. Quinn waits patiently until Santana is done before pulling her head away. "Em? Touch up? Not that you need it," Santana says. Emily lets Santana take her hand pull her towards to the bed. "Sorry. You're gonna have to sit for this." Santana pushes Emily down onto the bed. Emily gulps when Santana leans over and suddenly that immaculate chest is right in her face again.

"I'm thinking I need to change too," Maya says. She feels more and more overdressed with each second.

"Why? You look cute," Brittany says. She looks up from the mirror and squints at Maya for a second. "Though you could be scarier." A few seconds of rummaging in her duffel later, Brittany produces a box of sugar free strawberry jello mix and a small bear bottle of honey. Brittany finishes the water in her red solo cup before mixing the red powder and honey. "Can I?" Brittany asks, ready to smear the fake blood across Maya's neck.

"I-," Maya hesitates for a second.

"Oh! Do you need this for practice? We can totally find something else. I don't want your coach to kill you," Brittany says. Maya looks over Brittany's shoulder and see's Emily's face lost in Santana's cleavage as the cheerleader carefully applies mascara to her lashes.

"No. It's fine," Maya says.

"Awesome. This is going to look great," Brittany says, dabbing on the fake blood. "And it's going to taste delicious if you get your mack on later." Brittany steps back and smiles. Brittany wipes blood across her own neck and face. She sticks a red finger into her mouth. "Yum." She turns on her heels and clicks over to Quinn for a repeat of the blood treatment. Maya blinks at the sight of the fishnet clad derriere.

"Shot?" Hanna holds up a flask. She blinks when Maya practically snatches it out of her hand. "Woah there girl. We're just pregaming," Hanna says, watching Maya take a large swig. "We need a picture! I want to remember all our hard work when we wake up looking like Ke$ha in the morning," Hanna says. She positions a camera on the desk and aims it towards the girls in the room.

"Ok. Hurry! It's on a timer!" Hanna says. Santana seats herself in Emily's lap and wraps an arm around her shoulder. Emily instinctively slides a hand around Santana's waist. Brittany stretches out across Hanna, Quinn and Maya's lap and smiles for the camera seconds before the flash go off.

"About time!" Rachel screeches. She glares at Emily's car as it pulls into the gravel filled clearing. "We have a curfew, remember?" Rachel says as the girls pile out of the car.

"Girl. If you're worried about curfew, you should just go back to the Best Western and ask Mr. Shue to sing you a lullaby," Mercedes says. "Cause I'm feeling good and I ain't gonna let you ruin my buzz," Mercedes says.

"Word." Tina nods. She knocks her plastic cup against Mercedes' and kicks it back. Mike grabs both girls by the scuff of their matching Power Puff Girl's costumes and pulls them back when a convertible, blasting rap pulls in a little too close.

"What have we here?" Noel Kahn says from the driver's side of his convertible. His eyes crawl over every inch of the Unholy Trinity as they exit Emily's car, exposing as much leg as legally possible in a public area. "Looks like we have some new meat on the street boys," Noel says. He and the group of guys in his car watch as they decorate each other's necks and chest with more of the honey blood mixture. He waits for them to walk across the lot to join Aria, Spencer and the rest of the Glee kids. Noel reaches out and grabs Aria's hand. "Aria, aren't you going to introduce us to your friends?"

"Quinn, Santana, Brittany, this is Noel," Emily says when Aria blanks on their names. She regrets speaking up when Noel's eyes creep up her legs and down her cleavage.

"Ladies. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope we'll be seeing you later tonight," Noel says with a twinkle in his eye. He winks at Brittany and gives her legs one last leer before pulling away.

"Euw. I feel like I need a shower," Aria says. "I didn't know Noel would be here."

"So are we going to do this or what?" Puck asks. He hops down from Toby's truck bed and lands with a crunch. "Cause you know I love drinking in empty parking lots, but this party sounds sick." He unzips the coverall he borrowed from Burt's shop and shrugs the sleeves off. He grins as he ties the sleeves around his waist, rendering himself topless. "Ready for this or what?"

"Wait!" Everyone pauses at the edge of trail leading to the back of the abandoned train station. Toby and Puck place Artie and his chair on the ground again and wait for Spencer to continue. "The station is huge, and I know for a fact that the reception is bad in there. Plus the music's loud and we'd never hear it anyway." Spencer pauses when she sees several members of her audience yawning. "My point is, we should be on a buddy system tonight. We don't want anyone getting lost, or pregnant or anything," Spencer says.

"Won't make that same mistake twice," Quinn says. She loops an arm through Brittany's before starting down the trail. Puck and Toby each grab a side of Artie's chair and lift him with ease.

"After you, good sir," Blaine says, bowing in his Peter Pan costume. He waits for Kurt to start walking before following.

"Jesus," Aria says when they finally arrive at the rusty chain link fence bordering the abandoned station. She watches as the Glee kids follow Toby through a gap in the fence. The enormous, 1920's built station's cloudy windows glow eerily in the night. A pulsing lighting installment mimics a flashing lightning storm.

"Come on," Hanna says. She delicately inches through the gap in the fence, struggling to avoid rusty prongs. "I've come this far in heels through the goddamn woods. I'm going to have a little fun."

Several heavy-duty speakers thrum as different DJ's spin in different sections of the station. Hanna relishes in the warmth as they press into the body packed space, out of the windy night. On cue, Aria's phone buzzes with a message. 'Shot or toke. 2 Mins-A'. Aria holds up her phone. Spencer and Hanna nod. The girls push their way over to where their group has gathered inside the station diner.

"This is to a Happy fucking Halloween!" Puck messily pours a bottle of tequila into the line of plastic cups on the counter. "You, you, and you." Puck points at Emily, Brittany, and Hanna and pats the counter. "Up." They each hop up on the counter and lie down. Quinn places a wedge of lime onto their lips and dusts their exposed abs with salt. "Ladies first!" Puck says, handing Quinn, Santana and Maya a cup each. Without any further ado, Quinn steps forward and presses her tongue to Emily's stomach. The slice of lime drops from Emily's lips when she giggles at the sensation of Quinn's tongue sliding across her abs. Without missing a beat, Quinn knocks back the shot and leans over to Hanna to take the lime from her lips.

"Damn Fabray! Points for style!" Tina says from where she's perched on Mike's shoulders above the crowd.

Not to be outdone, Santana slips a hand under Emily's neck and into her hair. With a firm, but gentle tug, she pulls Emily's head back, exposing her honey blood covered throat. Emily gasps around the new piece of lime between her teeth as Santana sucks the sticky sweet substance off her neck.

"Damn girl!" A loud cheer breaks out. Before Emily can react, Santana's lips are gone and the girl has downed the messily over-poured double shot. Santana leans in for another lick of syrup before pressing her lips against Emily's. She takes the lime from her lips and bites into the sour fruit. The taste of limes and sweet raspberries fills Emily's mouth as Santana kisses her.

"Show off," Quinn teases when Santana releases a gasping Emily.

"Lima Heights, baby." Santana smirks.

"Our turn!" Brittany says, sitting up.

"Come on Lima Heights. I need an escort to the bathroom," Quinn says, pulling Santana towards the back of the diner.

When the two girls reemerge from the bathroom, they find their friends occupying a first class train cart. Mercedes grabs Quinn's hand and pulls her into the fray with a laugh. Intrigued, Santana watches through the windows as Emily and Maya dance closely together next to Kurt and Blaine. She frowns when she sees Brittany and Noel bumping and grinding on top of one of the dining tables. Santana glowers for a moment longer. She snatches the beer out of a nearby boy's hand and chugs it.

"Hey! What the fuck?"

"Sorry. What's your name?" Santana says.

"Lucas."

"Lucas. I really needed that. Thanks," Santana says. She gives the poor boy a peck on the cheek, leaving a red imprint of her lipstick. Lucas sighs and shakes his head when he sees Santana make a beeline for Hanna and her friends.

"What is with that group of girls and bitches?" Lucas mutters.

Right as Santana reaches the door to the train cart, Mike spins into view. "Chang. Mike, Chang. Double oh eighty eight at your service, Miss. Martini?" Mike holds out a large, plastic martini glass with one hand and flicks his tuxedo collar with the other. He reaches out to help her cross the gap onto the train.

"Why thank you Asian Bond." Santana smiles and lets Mike feed her the drink. She twirls under his outstretched arm before heading towards the dancing gay boys at the other end of the cart.

"Picture." Santana hands Kurt her phone before grabbing Blaine and posing with him. Blaine makes a show of kissing Santana's cheek. Kurt frowns when they don't release each other after he takes the picture. He gives his boyfriend a raised eyebrow as he dances with Santana.

"Shot For Me" by Drake comes on. As the song's beat kicks in and Blaine finds himself the envy of every single straight man and gay girl with a view of Santana's rolling body. She throws her arms around Blaine's shoulders and sings to him as she continues her dance. Blaine grins and joins in.

"Partner switch!" Kurt announces. He steps in and dances with Santana. A blatant hip bump later, Blaine is pushed between Maya and Emily. The girls laugh and sidle up to the Ex-Warbler. Maya takes his Peter Pan hat and puts it on. Within seconds, Kurt announces another partner switch and swaps places with Emily. Blaine laughs, finding himself sandwiched between Kurt and Maya.

Emily's arms find their way around Santana's shoulders. Santana reaches out and takes Emily's hips into her hands. A dancing body pushes Emily forward, pressing her body into Santana's.

"Damn. Your girl is getting the full treatment," Puck says to Hanna as they dance several feet away from Santana and Emily. Hanna looks up to see Santana singing and dancing against Emily.

" The way you walk, that's me. The way you talk, that's me…And the voice in your ear, that's me…" Santana sings. She leans back, one hand around Emily's neck, the other in her own hair. "I'm the reason why you always getting faded, take a shot for me…" Emily's head swims as Santana completes a series of body rolls, slow and graceful, inches away from her body. "…Take a shot for me…" Santana sings in Emily's ear as they move to the song.

"You heard the lady." Mike appears with a tray of colorful jello shots in clear plastic tubes. He selects a bright green tube and with two flicks of him thumb, he expertly flips the plastic end caps across the room. Santana smirks at him and reaches out to take the tube, one hand still around Emily's neck. She holds an end up to Emily's lips. Emily tentatively opens her mouth and wraps her lips around the tube.

"Suck," Santana says before leaning in and wrapping her own lips around the other end. Santana blows. Several party goers stops to watch as the bright green alcoholic jello slips out of view into Emily's mouth.

"Yum," Emily says, holding up a hand to stifle a small cough.

"Oh yeah. But you have to be careful. These will get you wasted," Mike says, flicking open another tube for Santana. He holds the tube up between the two girls.

The sugary, but potent shot finds its way directly into the girls' bloodstreams. Marilyn Manson's cover of "Tainted Love" crackles to life over the speakers. Quinn appears behind Emily and catches Santana's eye. Santana smirks and discreetly beckons for her to join them. Emily jumps as Quinn's body presses into her back. Emily's head swims as she finds herself caught between two warm, moving bodies. Quinn stays with them for the rest of the songs before departing with a peck on Emily's cheek.

"Saddle Up" by Bunny Rabbit starts playing. Emily and Santana's dance takes a turn towards the lap variety as the sultry song thuds through the station.

Emily struggles to keep her legs moving. Her vision fills with the image of Santana's ass, rolling and dipping right in front of her. Emily blinks, trying hard to ignore the sensation of Santana grinding into her front. Throwing fuel on Emily's fire, Santana arches back and tangles her fingers in Emily's hair. Emily takes a deep breath and immediately regrets it. The smell of Santana's shampoo and perfume fill Emily's senses. She unconsciously leans closer and finds her lips pressed to the back of Santana's neck. They stay locked together as the song plays on.

I think Em just swiped her V-card." Hanna watches as Emily and Santana teeter between a lap dance and a full-blown make out session.

"Santana's got game," Puck admits.

"Hey! Stop looking!" Spencer says, punching Toby in the arm when his eyes wander over to the sight of the two girls pressed against each other. Hanna breathes a sigh of relief when 'Cookie Jar' by Gym Class Heroes and the Dream comes on next.

"Thank God. Those two are one slow jam away from getting X-rated in public," Spencer says. She watches Emily stagger back and release Santana. "I'm going to go request that the dj play no more Drake tonight," Spencer says.

"I need some water!" Emily says, face flushed and breathing hard.

Before Santana can react, Mike Chang swoops in and takes her hand, pulling her into an energetic dance. She smiles apologetically at Emily for a second before breaking out in more athletic moves to keep up with Mike. Emily laughs as Brittany and Quinn join into the dance. On her way over to Hanna, Puck, Spencer, Toby and Aria, Emily spots Maya dancing between Mona and Noel Kahn. Hanna doesn't miss the look of disgust on Emily's face.

"Hey Em." Emily turns around when a hand appears on her wrist. She looks up, shocked to see her ex boyfriend standing in front of her.

"Ben," Emily says tentatively. He's drunk and his grip is tight.

"So, is Maya single or what?" Ben asks. "She's looking good tonight." He glances at Maya, dancing in the Mona-Noel sandwich.

"She's single," Emily says.

"Care to put in a word for me?" Ben asks.

"Sure," Emily says. She turns to leave.

"Hey. Where're you off to?" Ben says. "Don't I get a dance?"

"Not tonight," Emily says. Ben watches as Emily's gaze wanders over his shoulder to the dance floor.

"Oh come on. We can invite your pretty little friend over too, I don't mind sharing," Ben says.

"Let go Ben." Emily glares at the boy. She roughly jerks her wrist from his hand.

A buzz pulls Spencer's attention to her phone. 'Better keep an eye on your star player. Can't play without her can we?-A'. Spencer, Hanna and Aria all look up from the phone. Their eyes dart around the crowd. Several kids in costumes and masks grind and dance around them. It's the perfect place for A to watch over them.

"Where'd she go?" Aria says, scanning the crowd for Emily.

"Oh shit," Hanna says. She tugs on Spencer's arm and looks over to where Ben has Emily cornered on the staircase landing, halfway up to the mezzanine level.

"So if I grew a pair of tits would you-." Emily cuts Ben off with a sharp shove.

"Shut up Ben. Just shut up!" Emily says. He grins at her.

"Feisty. If I had known you were such a fox when you're drunk, I would have gotten you wasted a long time ago."

"Get the fuck out of my way!" Hanna snaps at a slow moving partygoer. She struggles to press through the crowd with Spencer and Aria in tow. She looks up and watches helplessly as Ben and Emily's argument heats up. Emily's heel skitters dangerously close to the edge of the stairs. Ben's face grows uglier at someone Emily says. He pulls on a smile before shoving her. "Emily!" Hanna screams as Emily staggers back.