"We're throwing a Halloween party for people who wear costumes 24/7," Shayera snickered.

"Yeah but this will be more fun. Scary movie-inspired outfits only," Zattana said over her shoulders, scrutinizing a dress in front of her.

"Helena can wear her regular costume, then."

Helena shouts from the corner of the boutique, "I heard that."

"You and the Martian both, dude." Shayera and the girls let out uncontrollable fits of laughter. Out of nowhere, Helena karate chops Shayera's neck, "Ouch. You bitch," She was caught by surprise. The fiend quickly disappears behind the dresses before she can do anything about it.

Dinah's face emerged from behind some hanging costumes, she looked like a floating head without a body, "Dude who are you gonna be?"

"I don't know yet. I'm not of this planet. I don't understand the need for this ritual." Shayera scoffs at the idea, "Our ghettos have monstrosities of all shapes and sizes roaming the streets all the time."

"You know what I heard? I heard John and Mari are going as Egyptian mummies," Helena came up from behind Shayera.

"And you feel the need to share that?" Zattana's eyes widened, gesturing toward the Thanagarian, "So freaking insensitive."

"Sorry. Jeesh. You don't have to blow a fuse," Helena put her hands up in surrender.

Whenever Shayera would hear about John and Mari, it still saddens her. It seems like a tiny part of her was still holding on. It was a huge blow when John chose to stay with Mari, amid the fact that he and Shayera will have a son in the future. It's hard to ignore that fact. It would be akin to ignoring an orange elephant in the room. Although she hasn't totally moved on, she's getting better at not beating herself up for ruining what she had with John.

"How long do we have to walk on eggshells around her?" Helena grabs Shayera's chin, "He ain't worth your time doll."

"You're such an asshole," Zattana shakes her head at Helena.

"Look, I know you have a crush on me but we're friends," Shayera deflected.

"You wish," Helena feigns insult, "And John is the asshole, lest we forget. Now, that Ice chick, she's got a sweet ass on her."

"Did you know she asked Diana to the party?" Shayera said in disbelief.

Zattana, Dinah and Helena look at each other, mischievous smiles spread across their faces.

"Did you by any chance hear what Diana and Ice are dressing up as?" Shayera addressed Helena.

"She's going as Gomez Addams," Helena finally answered, "Tora is going as a zombie. Q told me."

"You still talk to that guy?" Dinah rolled her eyes, "He's so cuckoo. Conspiracy here, conspiracy there, everywhere a conspiracy. Freaking paranoid."

"At least he's not a dick. Unlike some people's exes," Helena was referring to Dinah's ex-husband, Ollie, who slept around a lot. They're civil to each other but nowhere near friends. Dinah flipped Helena off.

"Not my loss. I traded up," Dinah grabbed Zattana's butt and kissed her, "I have no need to be friends with assholes."

"Think again asshole, you're friends with us, remember?" Shayera quipped, prompting another raucous laughter from all of them. The other customers were giving them dirty looks for being obnoxious.

"Gomez Addams," Shayera turned to Zattana, "He's not scary."

"Not really but it's acceptable. The whole show was horror-themed anyway," Zattana was quick to answer.

"I think I know what I'm gonna be," Shayera sounded almost giddy. Her friends crowded around her, poking their faces toward the outfit she was holding. Shayera elbowed them, "Hey guys, seriously you're on my oxygen."

"Looks like somebody's trying to get Diana's attention," Zattana mused loudly, "Let's see. It's not me, not Dinah, and it's sure as hell, not Helena."

Shayera hushed her, "Sshh, not too loud."

Black Canary- Dinah
Ice- Tora
Huntress- Helena
Vixen- Mari
Green Arrow- Ollie/Oliver
Q- the Question