Halloween night is a great time for parties. Three friends claim they’re the best at it. No night of fun is off limits for them, at least they thought so until they attend an underground exclusive gathering.
Best Friends is October’s flash fiction that’ll bring readers into a strange drama between three friends. Experience the story in written word, audio, artwork and soundscape.
We got our masks, accessories and outfits together and headed to the front door. Our group was ready to head out for a night of debauchery and chaos. A couple of my friends stuffed the bottles of vodka and gin into plastic bags, carefully trying to not make them clang.
It took us an abnormal, additional ten minutes or so to get our shoes on as we swayed side to side, trying to keep our balance up. The pre-drinking can get a little carried away when the three of us get together. Drinking was part of the fun. It was also a bonus that it was the end of October, Halloween season was our favourite time of the year.
“You think Brandon is going to be there?” said a black-haired girl in a grey alien mask. She was better known as Emma, my friend, than a grey-alien-mask girl.
I slipped my boots on and adjusted my plastic skeleton mask, shrugging at her.
“Why does it matter?” asked the second guy. His blue eyes stared at us underneath the rubber mask of a man with a crown. He carefully stood upwards as the polyester material of his king outfit stretched tight against his skin. Working out sure made you look good, but it also made fitting into costumes or fashionable clothing difficult.
Emma pulled out her vape and turned it on, saying, “I was just curious that is all.”
“It’s just because she is looking to bone him,” I said while grabbing the plastic bag of booze off the ground.
“And what if I was?” Emma asked.
“Go for it,” I said. “Just explaining it to Nick because he has had a crush on you for years.”
“Dude, shut up. I haven’t.” Nick said while scratching the back of his neck.
“Oh, Nick.” Emma rolled her eyes as I unlocked the front door and stepped out. Emma and Nick followed right behind me.
I nudged Emma’s arm, saying “unlike Nick, I actually want to chance my luck with an actual girl.”
“Sometimes you’re so stupid,” Emma said. “Where is this place anyway?”
It was a pretty rude thing of me to say, but I had to give her a hard time and lighten the mood. I couldn’t stand the constant tension between Emma and Nick, why didn’t they just plow already and get it over with? We’ve all been friends since Junior High. We’re adults now, they can embrace adulthood.
I pulled out my phone and accessed my ride-sharing app, typing in the address. “You know, I can’t say I have ever been to this party, but I hear it is pretty gnarly.”
“A club?” Nick asked.
“Oh,” I said. “No, it is a house party.”
“Really? A house party that takes tickets?” Nick said.
“It’s an exclusive mask-only party. From what I hear, it is one of the crazier ones that happens at this time of the year.”
“Well,” Emma said. “Keep in mind they haven’t partied with us yet.”
“Cheers to that,” I said.
“Why the masks?” Nick asked.
I shrugged, saying, “they like to keep things anonymous I guess. Glen gave me the invite this year,” I said. “Last year I couldn’t even grab a ticket before they sold out.”
After calling a car through the ride-share app, I stuffed the phone in my pocket as we took the elevator down to the main floor. The three of us waited out front of the apartment complex, staying huddled close to each other to avoid the winds. Even though it was still fall, the night temperature dropped intensely. That’s Canada’s weather for you.
Nick pulled out a flask from his back pocket and took a chug of liquor. He passed the container to each of us, and we had a shot of whiskey. That marked the fourth type of hard liquor I had had this evening.
A black car arrived with a glowing ride-sharing logo stuck to the windshield – our drive to the house party.
The three of us scooched into the back of the car with Nick and me on either side of Emma. I handed each of my friends their tickets, and we awaited our arrival. It didn’t take long for the driver to navigate us to the opposite end of town. The guy seemed to know the city well, taking side roads to cut through the traffic jams by. This man would get a decent tip for his skills.
We arrived at an older, quiet neighbourhood that was primarily populated with war-time homes. Mostly single-levels and bungalows.
“Here you are,” said the ride-sharing driver in a thick eastern accent.
“Thanks,” I said as the three of us exited the car.
Nick spun around, looking at each house as our ride accelerated down the road. He scratched his head, saying, “which house is it?”
Emma pointed to the house directly in front of us. “See those lights?”
The house in front of us had a red glow inside, and it was the only house that had lights.
“That is a good indicator,” I said while marching up to the home.
The three of us hurried up to the front door, each of us adjusting our costumes before I pulled open the screen door and knocked on the entrance. A muffled bass rumbled from inside the house, chances were they didn’t hear the knock.
I reached for the knob as the door swung open and a man in a PVC mask and undies stood in front of me. His hairless form was highlighted from the red glow behind him.
“Hey,” I said while pulling out my ticket.
The man reached for my ticket, looked at it and then waved me in. I entered casually, trying to keep a calm appearance. The last thing I wanted to do was enter a party too abruptly, that doesn’t win you any cool points. Funny how we get fixated on convincing people we are cool. Sure helps if you’re trying to get your grind on.
My mask made it next to impossible to see anything in my peripheral view. I could make out the main lobby, a hall, and the living room to my right. The entry was jammed at every corner with guest attendees in wild costumes and masks. Some of the outfits were as minimal as the door greeter and others far more concealing. Each guest’s outfit followed some sort of dark, artistic or kink theme to them. The sight made me realize that my friends and I got the wrong idea when it came to a ‘mask-only’ party.
A hand gently brushed against my back, causing me to look back, expecting to see Emma. No. A girl in a black feathered bra, panties and masquerade mask released her hand from me as she walked passed, entering the hall.
Maybe we’re not so out of place as I thought, I thought while watching the girl’s exposed hips move side to side as she disappeared into the crowded hall.
A shoulder nudged my own. I turned to see Nick and Emma were now beside me.
“…is classy A.F,” Nick said. He was difficult to hear through the pounding bass, but I managed to catch his point.
Emma leaned into the two of us, saying, “we are so out of place.”
“That was my thought too,” I said. “But I am second guessing that.”
“Why?” Emma asked.
“Give me a shot of that whiskey,” I said.
Nick reached into his back pocket and handed me the flask.
I snagged it and took a chug of the liquor before passing it back to him. “I’ll be back, gotta catch a birdie.”
“What?” Nick said.
I ignored his statement and hurried through the small hallway, carefully avoiding people, so I didn’t knock their drinks. My balance was slightly off centre, that shot of whiskey outside the apartment was beginning to kick in.
Keep it together, I thought while looking past all of the mysterious guests for the bird-feathered-girl again.
I spotted bobbing feathers a good couple meters ahead of me. She didn’t get too far. The girl continued to move through the hall, past the kitchen and down the staircase leading to the basement of the home. Not thinking twice, I followed her down the stairs. The basement had a blue glow to it and a new type of thumping bass music. This tune was faster, thicker and grimier.
The girl came to a stop near the center of the unfinished basement den. She began to dance to the music by waving her arms and shaking her rear to the rhythm. I’m not much of a dancer but seeing a girl who I like with moves like that is precisely what I need to encourage me.
I busted out my gnarliest moves and appeared in front of the girl. She didn’t seem surprised at all, it was as if she was expecting me.
My moves felt smooth as I swung to the tempo, in synch with her movements. I made sure I stayed close enough to her body to welcome her to me, but not too close that so we touched. Teasing was all part of the dance.
The girl spun around and danced facing away from me for a portion of the track. A couple of times she brushed against me with a playful smile until the DJ shifted the track to a new beat.
She turned to face me and lifted her hand, revealing a palm full of small pills. Truthfully, I couldn’t even guess where she concealed them with the little amount of clothing that she had.
“Want to have some fun?” she asked.
“I’m down,” I said without processing what she asked.
What am I doing? I thought as I grabbed one of her pills. She did the same, and we both popped them into our mouths.
Join in on the Fun
“Paul!” came a female voice.
A gray-alien-masked girl and a king appeared beside us.
“Hey, guys!” I said. Right on, it’ll look good to this gal if my friends talk me up, I thought.
Emma punched my shoulder and leaned into me. “What did you just take?”
“Just enjoying the party, relax!” I said. Leaning closer to her I added, “this girl is into me. Let’s keep this going.”
The bird-feathered-girl began to dance to the beat, keeping her hand holding the pills extended to the three of us.
I nodded at the pills, saying, “I thought you said this crowd hadn’t really partied until they partied with us?”
Emma stared at the pills for a moment before saying, “alright. You got me there.” She snagged one of the pills and popped it in her mouth.
“Woah!” Nick said while taking the last one for himself. “We’re really doing this huh?”
“Let’s party!’ I said while patting Nick on the back.
“Who’s your new friend by the way?” Emma asked.
I turned to face the bird-feathered-girl, saying, “oh, this is…”
“Victoria,” the girl said. “Come dance!” She said while moving back into the crowd.
The three of us didn’t question her and joined her. We weren’t exactly sure what we took, it could have been anything. MDMA? Acid? Who really knew? What we did know was that we were here for fun.
Usually, I had a good sense of my party supplies, but I didn’t realize when the pill began to kick in. The music amplified as the depth of the room drastically widened. My body heat intensified as other forms danced around me. The nearest body was lightly covered in feathers, second a man of royalty and a strange alien. There had to be more people that came into the lower floor because the four of us were brushed pretty close against one another. That was okay, I felt a deeper level of connection with them all.
The blue light from the ceiling brightened. Movements were fast. Colourful echoed versions of people’s bodies move with the music behind them. Skin and clothing felt welcoming. Smells were alluring. Sensations were overpowering. Body heat increased as limbs began to melt into one. How many of us were there?
Material slipped away until there was just skin. Only skin, panting, bodies against and inside one another with passionate grasps.
Was I sleeping? The drunken self I was seemed to no longer be. My sense of realism and dream have collided into this melting pot of sensation. Whatever it was, it was bliss.
* * *
A bright white light beamed directly over me as my eyes slowly peeled open. A throbbing headache pulsated around my head, a typical hangover. My skin was quite warm, coated in dried sweat, abnormal. I felt numb, slightly depressed and out of energy, very unusual for a night of drinking.
Sitting upright, a small hand glided off my chest and on my thigh. I didn’t even notice the arm before because it was as warm as me. Looking to the side, I saw a naked girl beside me. Her black hair was spread all over the sheets. A grey alien mask was beside her.
Oh shit, I thought while scooching away from her. My movements made me realize I was also completely naked. Did Emma and I just…?
As I backed up, my butt pressed against firm skin. The sudden touch caused me to jump. I turned around to see a well-built man wearing a rubber mask of a bearded man with a crown, unmistakably Nick, who was also as naked as Emma and I.
“Oh God,” I groaned while brushing my hair from my face. The skeleton mask I had was completely gone. That mattered little to me as I began to piece together what the three of us had done.
Glancing around the room I spotted the windows were high above, indicating we were still in the basement. This had to be a guest room or something. The door was closed, our clothes were spread over the floor, and the bird-feathered-girl was nowhere to be seen. It was only the three of us. We were childhood friends, now grownups, experiencing adulthood.