A/N: Ahh I think this site hates me... I couldn't upload ANYTHING for days! It kept saying there was some error. ? GRR & RAWR & yeah... ahem. Well, here it is finally after much delay. Enjoy.

3: Gaining Entrance

"Who fucking has a Halloween party the day after?" whispered Mason to George, as they crouched behind a large potted plant in the hallway of apartment suites A-D.

"I don't know… them?" she replied back, pointing out her hand.

A maid pushing a cart filled with towels and various toiletries walked right passed and looked at them strangely because of their hiding spot, but they failed to notice her presence. No, they were far to transfixed on the elaborate, eye-catching costumes worn by a small group of high-class society people waiting at the threshold of Suite 6C to have their invitations checked by a rather large Italian bouncer.

Not too long ago, they had attempted to get by him without a pass or costumes…

"No invite? No entrance!" the bouncer forcefully told them.

"Darling…" began Mason, getting into character of a concerned husband. "It, uh seems we have misplaced our invitations. I do hope you didn't drop them."

"Sorry dear, I'm afraid I may have left it in the car," made up George, after she pretended to search through her handbag. Hopefully, the doorman would be sympathetic.

It would be nice if they actually had come there in a car. Instead, they were forced to walk the three blocks because of a certain ex-lover that took out his frustration on her automobile. And yes, George still planned to seek revenge. Sadly, her undead work had to come before pleasure. That is, if she was able to get into a certain residence to complete her job.

"Well then, I suggest you go outside and search for it!" he snidely ordered, crossing his hands in front of his chest to block their path and illustrate the finality of his words.

Currently, her and Mason were trying to come up with a way to get into the lavish party. Otherwise, two souls would not be taken tonight and that would not be good. Not only for the "dead" people, but for them as well if Rube found out.

"Maybe, we could just—well, like sort of lift up the entire apartment building…," began Mason, doing an upwards hand motion to go along with his crazy suggestion. "And while it's in crumbles, we could find the people and—"

"Uh, yeah… that's completely realistic. I'll go get the forklift…" replied George, sarcastically. She looked away from the green-striped wallpaper and faced him. "Do you have any better, more logical ideas?"

"No! Shit, we need an invite!" whined Mason, hitting his hand against his head. Apparently it was his own, special little method for brainstorming—a direct approach. "Ugh, how do you suppose we go about getting one of those?"

"Well," came Daisy's delicate voice out of nowhere. "You could just ask the cleaning lady."

"Daisy?" they both gasped in unison.

There was Daisy, right beside them, dressed in full-on maid attire and clutching a bath towel in her right hand. Her other hand happened to be holding (kind of showing it off by waving it, really) the much sought after, fancy piece of printed stationary.

George was a bit perturbed. Here she was, alone with Mason—hitting it off so well, and now Daisy had to show up and ruin it. Actually they really weren't hitting off all that well. They were pathetically on their knees behind a ficus, trying to hide from a doorman in hope that maybe one of the passersby would somehow drop their ticket into a party where two people were going to die.

Still, screw Daisy! Although, she did get them an invitation…

"Thanks," replied Georgia, semi-gratefully.

She accepted the invite card and stood up, flashing Daisy her cheesiest smile. Maybe if she was lucky, Daisy wouldn't see right through her and into her thoughts.

"How did you get it?" asked George, a bit curious.

"I was in the elevator and I accidentally bumped into this couple. Naturally, they dropped their invite, but they were too preoccupied to notice since I was busy complimenting her on her hair, and him on his costume. Then, when they left and the doors closed, gosh, I just grabbed it up and stuck it into the pocket of this hideous uniform."

Mason got up as well and faced Daisy.

"Well love, that was awfully thoughtful of you to do that for us. However, I wasn't at all aware you were coming to this shindig… If you were planning all along to go as a maid though, you really should have went French instead… so I could have gotten a little peeksy at your, uh—well, like last time."

"You showed him your tits?!" shouted George, appalled.

Two strangers in the hallway, including the bouncer, dropped their jaws and stared.

"Thank you for directing all the attention towards me Georgia," whispered Daisy, somewhat annoyed. She dragged them to a more out of the way area. "Anyway, it was only one time… for like three seconds."

"Best three seconds of my life," admitted Mason, brashly nodding.

"Whatever. Please—just, a… spare me the details. Let's get going," said George, feeling awkward and more than a little disgusted with them both.

They found themselves at the door to suite 6C again—George and Mason that is. You see, Daisy wasn't actually dressed up to go to the party. The only reason she was there was because Rube had ordered her to hit the ritzy apartment building and assist the poor helpless souls. Now, she was nowhere to be seen; having hurried off that quickly to do some shopping. Apparently, the place her and George lived needed to be spruced up with some new curtains or something…

"Ah, I see you've found your invitation," announced the doorman as he took it from their hands and examined it for authenticity.

"Yes, yes we did," replied George.

"You know, another couple lost there's too…"

"Oh, really? That's a shame. I do hope they find it."

Luckily the people Daisy tripped in the elevator hadn't mentioned their name…

"Well, Mr. and Mrs. Wellington! It seems congratulations are in order."

"Uh, what?" burst out Mason.

"It says here that you both are now proud parents of a beautiful baby boy," he continued, reading off a list he had in his pocket.

"Ohhh… OH yeah. Thanks!" responded Georgia, rubbing her belly.

"Don't rub you're stomach you're not still pregnant!" whispered Mason, elbowing her.

"First baby. It's a—well, sort of hard to get used to him not being there," said George quickly, trying to save herself.

The bouncer nodded and then added, "No costumes tonight folks?"

"No, no we're fully dressed up—or dressed down rather," explained Mason, indicating his clothing.

"What exactly are you two supposed to be then?"

Mason rolled his eyes.

"We're lowly street bums… yeah, no uh Armani attire for me tonight."

"Alright then, you both may proceed."

And with that, he moved out of the way of the door, and graciously welcomed them inside.

"Please enjoy yourselves… the buffet is to your immediate left and bar is located at—"

"Found it!" yelled Mason, spotting the bartender and lots of shiny, colorful bottles of booze. He felt as giddy as a small child in a candy shop. Pulling along George behind him, he made his way over to his ultimate destination.

"See, I told you it was a good idea we came early! C'mon, we can still get some good drinking time in before death strikes during this fateful hour…"