6. Zorro Kiss: Like a French kiss except the participant's tongues are sword fighting. Mucho romantico!
Arista x Jose
"Happy Halloween," Arista said cheerfully to the group of teens.
"Where's Jose? We're going to be late to the costume party," Sookie whined.
"He texted me about two minutes ago, said he would be running late because his sister, Teresa got into a cat fight with Antonia, so he had to break it up. Jose said that he'll meet us at the party."
The black haired girl nodded her head and looked at the pair, "Alright, I know Sirius is supposed to be Sherlock Holmes, but what are you, Sookie?"
"Red Riding Hood," she replied.
"Wasn't she a brunette?" Arista asked.
"Yes, but this is the Jessica Hamby version from True Blood. She wore a black and red corse-"
"Sook is supposed to be the sexy version," Sirius purred.
"Pretty much. Let me guess, Costa, you're Alice."
She nodded her head, "Yes."
"Well let's go," Sookie grabbed Sirius' hand and started walking to the Staark house.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA, happy Halloween!" Elizaveta ran around her house dressed up like a faery until her ruder sister took over and skidded to a halt. "Ugh, why did you guys agree to dress like this? It's so embarassing!" Elizaveta came back and laughed, "I think Eddie thinks we look cute, right?"
Edmund blushed a bright red and ignored the heat coming from his cheeks, "S-sure."
"Yay~!" the thirteen year old launched herself at the Pedobear.
"The party don't start 'til I walk in," Jose announced as he slammed open the door, resulting in Marnie taking control of the body.
"Hey, dumbass! Don't slam the damn door!" Marnie hissed vehemently.
"Sorry, chica, just excited."
"YOU WON'T BE EXCITED WHEN I SHOVE MY FIST-" she was cut off when Edmund came behind her and dragged her away.
"Calm down, Marnie."
The brunette pouted and allowed the older teen to pull her off somewhere else in the house. Alie danced with Heather in the living room, Alie was dressed up as a cheerleader and the blonde was catwoman.
"Magnet!" Arista called from the kitchen.
"Hey, chica," he greeted with his charming smile.
Arista took in her boyfriend's costume, he was wearing tight black slacks, matching boots, black dress shirt with the first three buttons undone, a flat rimmed sombrero cordobes, a red sash around his waist, and a silk cloth with holes in the place of his eyes was wrapped around his head.
"Okay, who are you supposed to be?" she asked.
"Take a guess," Jose insisted.
"Umm... A thief?"
"No! I'm Zorro!" he cried.
"Who's he?"
"Zorro! You know, the outlaw in California who defended the innocent from villians!"
"Oh, well, you pull it off," Arista smiled.
"Thanks," he grinned, "You don't look to bad yourself, chica."
"Thank you, so Zorrrro... Would you help me with my curiosity?"
"What might that be?"
"Well I've always wanted to make out with an outlaw," her smile grew.
"Well.." Jose dramatically clapped his hands above his head, "HAVE NO FEAR!" Quickly, he lowered his arms and grabbed the trilingual girl by the waist and spun her flush against him. "Zorrrrro is here!"
The Mexican licked Arista's bottom lip, politely asking permission before ravaging her mouth once it was given. Their tongues twisted and turned inside of her mouth and eventually she won. That led to a not too happy Jose pouting.
"Aww, sorry, Magnet!" Arista laughed. "I guess I'm just a better swordfighter AND kisser!"
"Hey, hey, hey! I don't care if you're a better swordfighter than me, but when you insult my tonsil hockey skills, then I'm offended."
She snickered, "Whatever you say, Zorro."
"What do you say about dancing with me?"
"I'd enjoy that very much."
"Then let's go, my lady," he extended his arm for her to take.
"How kind of you, Mister Zorro!" Arista took his arm.