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If there was one thing Misha believed in strongly, it was that a good party could solve a lot of problems. Judging by the number of bonfires and pizza parties and the like that had already happened on the Prytaneum campus, she felt safe in saying her opinion was shared by the others. After what they had been through, too, she felt they were more than entitled to blowing off a bit of steam.

If the steam involved booze and dancing and costumes? All the better. It wasn't like they hadn't already seen some of their fellow Chosen in less-than-normal clothing. A Halloween costume would actually be more covering!

Of course, a girl could only do so much organizing on her own. After making fliers and lists and starting to broach the subject with others, Misha had hit the wall. Now it was time to call in some muscle. That brought her to a particular door in the Zeus dorm and she knocked, smile on her face.

She only hoped that Brian was home.

"Oh, the usual." Misha took a moment to register his bland, meaningless expression but she smiled brightly nonetheless. If there was one thing she had learned about Brian, it was that his control raised the bar for every stoic out there and a neutral face did not necessarily mean bad news. Of course, if it did mean he was upset, she had faith she would be able to ferret the information out of him sooner or later. Hopefully, sooner. The thought of Brian being upset made her want to bite hard on her lower lip.

She resisted.

Leaning a bit against the doorjamb, Misha brought her face closer to the small opening so she was eye to eye with him. "I missed you," she answered. "I also wanted to ask a question so it's two birds, one stone. Got to get my regular dose of Brian or who knows what would happen to me?"

"A hug." Shameless as ever, Misha opened her arms wide for him. She only had to wait a few moments before he laughed and stepped into the hug. Her arms slipped around his waist and, as usual, she rested her temple against his chest, her head tucked nicely under his chin. "Mmm, thank you," she murmured contentedly.

She waited a handful of heartbeats before disengaging. Then she stepped back and smiled up at him. "Have I told you lately how amazing you are? And that is completely honest and not flattery to butter you up before asking you to help me with a project." She said it in a laughing rush but he knew her well enough to see the earnest honesty in her eyes; it mattered to her if he thought she was using him.

His boop earned a giggle and she swatted at him playfully. "Brat!" Misha stuck her tongue out at him. Then she relaxed back into a smile. "Weeeelllll, I was thinking that Halloween is coming up and I think we should have a party," she explained. "Do you think you would mind helping me move heavy things with your manly strength? And maybe even carry some bags back from the store with me?"

For a moment, Misha almost said always but caught herself. Internally, a thoughtful frown flitted through her mind at the impulse but she dismissed it in the next instant. Even she had lines with flirtatious talk, right?

Aloud, she answered, "Whenever is convenient but soon if you don't mind. I figure if I get the supplies early enough then I can take some time in the set-up. I want to get the word out, too, so people have time to get costumes. I'm going to require costumes." Misha watched his expression, the earnest tilt of his head, and relaxed further, weight shifting to pop one hip. Her smile warmed more. "How do you feel about Halloween? I'm not going to have to wrestle you into a costume, am I?"

Misha laughed at his hopeful suggestion. She could not help it! His expression and tone just tickled something and she almost hated to put her foot down on his question. "Nope! Sorry, Brian, but even my Special Helper is going to have to come in costume."

Reaching up, she stroked gentle fingers along his cheek before making a sympathetic noise. "Poor sweetheart. I'm so mean, I know, but I'll help you find a costume if you want."

"Then we'll have to make sure this one is super perfect. Just for you." Misha beamed at his capitulation and dropped her hand, lacing her fingers with his for a quick squeeze. "If you like, you can even have an opinion on my costume and I'll take it into account. As a perk for being my Special Helper."

Misha shot him a slightly guilty grin. Only very slightly guilty. After all, he said whenever and now counted as whenever, right? "Now works if you're free. I don't want to drag you away from something more fun than shopping with me." Her pale eyes danced. She had a feeling she knew his answer but it still showed manners to ask.