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"$100."
"No..."
"$120."
"No, Travis..."
"Okay...$150."
"Travis!"
Even while they're drunk off their asses, they still argue.
"C'mon Wes, It'll be hilarious!"
"...$400."
"Yes! Okay let's go!"
Grabbing Wes' hand, he dragged him outside and down the street towards the costume store.
"I can't believe I'm actually doing this..." Wes sighed. He must've been really drunk. He's done a lot of stupid things, but this will top it all.
"Me either..." Travis chuckled under his breath.
After stumbling down the street for about 5 minutes, they finally arrived at the brightly decorated Halloween store. Standing in front of the door, they gazed at the masks and costumes hanging in the window.
"That is some scary shit." Travis said, not being able to takes his eyes off of the window.
"Only because we're drunk ass hell..."
"Mmhm..."
Opening the door wide enough for both of them to fit, they stepped into the door when...
"BOO!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Screaming, Wes and Travis stumbled right back out the door. Travis hiding behind Wes and the latter man taking out his gun.
A tall Asian girl around 19-years-old came out of the store, holding a camera, and laughing her ass off.
"Welcome to Harry's Halloween Store! You can put the gun down, I don't bite." the girl said, holding up her hands ( one being occupied with the camera ).
Slowly lowering the gun, they followed her inside.
"Your faces were hilarious! Would you like a copy?"
"No Th-"
"YES!"
Wes looked at Travis with a look of confusion as he was completely ignored.
"Okay, so what would you guys like?"
"Do you happen to have a Zorro costume?"
"Don't look Travis, I'm coming out."
Wes was now in the bathroom putting on the Zorro costume ( If you could call it that ) . With a hat, gloves, mask, cape, and sword, Wes look in the mirror. Travis was actually giving him $400 dollars to wear this costume and go streaking down the hall. Well...he'd regret it in the morning, but who cares? He's drunk and he's gonna have fun. Opening the door, Wes stood in a heroic pose, making Travis die with laughter.
"Hey! I told you not to look!" Yelled Wes, using the sword to cover up his privet part.
"Whatever man, just look at what I made you."
Leaving the room, Wes stood there awkwardly waiting. Looking at the ground, he saw an empty bottle of...
Well he couldn't really tell. Things were starting to look a little fuzzy.
Standing alone made him think about what he was over here for in the first place. Why he was crying ( which is something he never does ). All he wanted to do was forget.
"Hey, Travis! Any more of that Ron Vicaro?" He yelled down the hall.
"What?"
"I said, do you have anymore Ron Vicaro?!" Wes shouted even louder.
"What!?" Travis shouted right back.
"RON VICARO! Do you have any!?"
"."
"."
"...What!?"
"Goddamnit, Travis!"
Getting pissed off, Wes was about to make his way to the kitchen until he heard Travis chuckling.
"Calm down. I heard you. Just messing with you." Travis said, still laughing at the expression on the other mans face. In one hand, he held the rum ( which Wes gladly took off his hands ) and in the other was a mop...
With a horses face...
"Uhhhmmm..." Wes muttered, pointing at the...thing.
"Oh this? It's your horse!" Travis smiled gleefully as he handed the "horse" to Wes.
Laughing, Wes took it and walked out the door.
"Just hurry, before I change my mind."
A/N:Hiyaa! That was chapter two and it was veerryy fun to write. c: lol.
anyway, I hope you guys like it! More weirdness and TravisxWes to come. (/ '.')/ woop !
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