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Once she had gotten her attention, Castille ran over, saying "Thanks! My sister might kill me for ruining this dress." She laughed and continued on to say "Your costume is cool too!"

After the ranting of the apparent apartment owner, everyone seemed to lost their tension and worry that they were going to get kicked out. The apartment owner actually returned dressed up not too much later, so Castille figured they were here for a while.

"Contest brains?" She said,s taring at the table. What were they made of? "Is it, like a jello mold?"

"Ah what the hell, sure! Lets grab a spot!" She made her way to the table, spreading out her dress to save Aitana a spot.

He watched Quinn and Lydia, smiling at them. He was glad she took care of her friend, and seemed to genuinely care about her health. He waited patiently until Lydia turned to him again.

Something in his stomach fluttered when her hands touched his arms. He wasn't sure he had eaten any butterflies or moving creatures, so he attributed the flutter to the obvious choice. Her getting closer to him. His expression was easy to read, as always, his face a little read and his eyes fixed on her nervously. He was embarrassed, awkward, but he never let such things hamper him.

"Whenever you'd like!"

A typical answer from him, as he was not the most decisive person when asked what he wanted to do. Because to him, it was always about what the other person wanted, so unless it was blatantly clear that it would be his choice or none at all, he almost always deferred.

Grant was not particularly susceptible to innuendo, so his mind lingered on the fact that he knew she was talking about the zombie thing.

So he said, with honest intention and a healthy dose of optimism, maybe a little too loud, "we can do it anywhere you like, any time!"

He smiled at her brightly and his blush remained. It was her being close, and now his hand finding its ways to her in the ultimate show of daring that he could think of. Of course, she clung on to him all the time. Even their 'first' meeting, as far as he knew, she had held on to him and been close. Something about tonight, though, maybe the word 'date', as simple as it was, had changed how he processed each touch, and each inch of space between them.

He smiled at her, a trusting doctor with his zombie nurse, willingly following her into a new life. Well. Walking death.

She should have known her innuendo would be lost on Grant, but frankly she was still getting used to his habit of taking absolutely everything at face value. She'd been aware of it since their first meeting, but it was still surprising every now and then.

It was her turn to blush when he delivered his answer, and despite the makeup, pale cheeks lite up brightly as he announced with much excitement his willingness to do it anywhere, anytime. She knew exactly what he meant, but she'd also been privy to the whole of their conversation. The rest of the room had not, she could only imagine where their minds might be headed, and that is what painted the wash of color along her face. Not to mention the hand that was now resting softly on her waist.

She was still smiling though as she looked up at him, a peculiar sort of expression on her face, contemplative and excited. "Excellent."

"Show time," she murmured up at him with a wink, and then rather suddenly dropped into the role of the recently undead. Her grip on his arms shifted, and one pale hand moved up to grab at his shoulders pulling him down to so she could feign a rather vicious bite at his neck, when the reality was her lips merely brushing the skin, a smear of bright lipstick left in their wake. Her other hand found his belt, and she slide her fingers along the top of it until she found the pouch with all the makeup and other effects he'd rounded up to make himself suitably gruesome.

There were blood packets, and she grinned as she grabbed a handful and brought them up with her hand as she lopped both arms around his shoulders and buried her face tighter around his neck. She was doing her best imitation of a hungry corpse, growling and snarling impressively, but she paused enough to whisper against the base of his ear that he should fall to his knees.

Grant was not exactly classically trained as far as his acting skills went, and he could not wipe the grin off his face or cover the laugh in his voice as he cried out for help. He pretended to struggle with her biting him, trying to push her away without actually trying to do any such thing, his feeble, over exaggerated efforts completely for naught.

His fate was sealed.

At her whispered command he dropped to his knees almost immediately, which was a little jarring but no one could control themselves when they were being bitten by a formerly living person and being turned into a zombie themselves, could they? Standing was probably the last of his concerns, he justified: he just wanted to get her away from him.

Using his flailing as cover, not very good cover but cover nonetheless, he blinded added some pale makeup to his face, and some blood to his mouth. Zombies were usually drooling blood, though sometimes he didn't understand why, especially when they hadn't just bitten someone.

"Arrgghhh!" he said, losing his battle against her.

Stealthily the girl maneuvered the packets of fake blood against his neck, and with a skilled little bite she tore the corners off the lot of them. Then she waited until her date had dropped to his knees and let out a particularly convincing cry of pain before crushing the multiple packets in her first and sending the fake(and water soluble!) blood flying in what would hopefully look like an arterial spray. She ended up covered in the majority, which was just fine really, but a good portion had also spilled to stain along the left side of his chest.

Despite the somewhat questionable acting, hopefully they little act would be entertaining enough to anyone that happened to be watching. She had to admit, the fake blood was a very nice touch.

On his knees, Lydia could very easily nudging him down onto his back so she could crouch over him, pretending to gnaw at him still as she too aided in adding the make up that'd make him one of the living impaired. It was clumsily done, and they'd have to touch it up after all was said and down, but it would do for now.

With a final stiffled giggle the girl murmured for him to play dead a moment or two, then straightened as if coming up for air. Her mouth, chin and throat were absolutely drenched in fake blood, and even knowing it was all in act she probably looked a little on the gory side. The lingering swipe of her tongue over stained lips only added to the effect. Her movements were jerky and unnatural as she got back to her feet, hobbling convincingly as she took a small step back from her victim's 'corpse'.

Lydia was doing all in her power to keep from smiling, and wasn't doing a terribly good job at it. She finally gave up all together when Grant shambled up to his feet and turned to her with that familiar grin, asking about brains. She lost it, and a ridiculously large grin split along blood stained lips as she started laughing.

It wasn't just the grin, but the situation, the little act they'd just put on, all of it. They were at a party, they were having a great time so far, and Lydia found herself in a much better mood then she'd been in since before the pair of them had been abducted into space. Grant was to thank for it. For agreeing to come, and just now for letting her join in that hilarious little show. She didn't even care if anyone else had seen or cared, she'd had a blast, and that's what really counted.

He returned to her side and she turned so she could curl both arms around his one. "That was fun." Raising on tip-toe she lay a kiss on his cheek, then chuckled as she noticed the smear of her lipstick along his throat, another subtle blush gracing her cheeks.

"Are you hungry? We could grab some snacks. Then maybe fix your make up a little bit." She let him go with one hand so she could reach up and smooth her thumb along a small glob of darker facepaint, smearing it under his eye to look a little more cadaverous. Even with the complete lack of mirror he'd done a decent job, but there were a places he'd missed, and she was betting she could make him look really spooky with all the stuff he'd brought.