The Halloween Bet
Hours before the sun dropped behind the skyline the first sign that Lewis had called Holly's bluff appeared on her door knob with a knock. Part of her wondered if he had somehow planned this from the start. Had she played into his hands? When she innocently asked him what he was being for Halloween, Holly hadn't known what to expect.
Of course he was going to say nothing, grown up don't do Halloween. Men like Lewis especially don't do Halloween.
And she had pestered him, really laid into him about it. Before it was over she had agreed to let him pick three costumes for her while she did the same for him. There were no rules or guidelines—that was her first mistake. The second was that he had until four in the afternoon to get them to her; there was no time for her to finagle her way out of the deal.
Holly glanced over to her tucked and tightened comforter that covered the bed. The three costumes stared back at her through their thin plastic wrapping. Her stomach knotted, flipped and turned. Lewis was an evil mastermind.
He was Verbal Kent.
He was fucking Iago.
One of the three costumes had to be worn, though they hadn't decided where to. That was Holly's last hope. She could run damage control by steering away from any events where she knew people. There wasn't a party at work of course, the FBI frowned upon that kind of thing and the small group of friends she had amassed thus far weren't the kind to host a gathering.
She prayed that Lewis didn't know about any social events she hadn't heard of. The one stipulation Lewis hadn't made was he didn't put the costumes in any kind of order. Holly took it upon herself to pick the least offensive of the three. It was an easy choice to make.
Holly changed in front of a full length mirror. The skirt was a little tight, perhaps Lewis was attempting some form of flattery. She flattened the white button up shirt down over the top of the pleated and plaid skirt and adjusted the a thin necktie so that it fell where she wanted it. She turned to the side, peering into the mirror to gauge her progress.
"This skirt certainly doesn't leave much to the imagination," Holly grimaced and pressed her hands down over it trying to make it fall in a more reserved manner. She picked up the package off the bed. Naughty Catholic School girl—it read. On the picture the girl had the shirt tied up in the front and her hair in little pig tails. "I guess it could be worse," she said.
When she flipped the paper over, it got worse. On the back, in Lewis's handwriting was a short note: Knowing you, you're going to take this one. Make sure to wear it as pictured, hair and all…
"Evil," Holly muttered as she pulled the buttons open and tied the shirt. She glared at her exposed stomach and fought to hide her tattoo under the hem of the skirt. Why was am I doing this. But she before the thought had time to rotate around in her head she knew. This had been her idea and Lewis couldn't win bragging rights, not this easily.
She stomped off to the bathroom to do her hair with renewed determination.
Author's Note: This is something I started but never got around to finishing, not sure if there is much that needs to be finished with it here. But I loved how it started enough to try and share it.