maekar’s the only one who’s sober enough to ask, and dyanna dreads it. he’ll do it, right? she thinks desperately. he’s mariah’s son. mariah is her mother’s cousin. or something like that. it doesn’t matter. what does matter is that she is fucking freezing despite the alcohol in her blood, and she really should have known better than to wear a slutty minion costume. she’d done it because she couldn’t believe they even existed, but then again she wouldn’t put anything beyond whatever marketing team came up with minions to begin with.
“can i borrow your jacket?” she asks him. “it’s a bit cold.”
maekar is the only person in the entire party who doesn’t stare at her costume in horror. she’d laughed at it early on–the horror that all the frat bros had had that they’d had to stare at a minion when staring at her tits or her ass.
“what are you supposed to be?” he asks her, shrugging out of his jacket, a crease between his eyebrows.
“how do you not know what a minion is?” she asks as she takes his jacket and puts it on.
“should i?”
“do you live under a rock that you managed to avoid it?” she’s laughing now. “teach me how to do that. they’re so goddamn annoying.”
“what are they?” maekar asks.
“they’re these…creatures from a kid’s movie.”
“oh,” he replies. she zips the coat up all the way to her neck and feels a little better. it’s still warm from him. “are they supposed to be…” and now his eyes are on her legs, long and with only the slightest trim of yellow skirt before his jacket takes over.
“slutty?” dyanna teases. then she opens her phone. “i wish i could say no, but i’ve seen some things. prepare to be scarred for life.”
This was so good! The idea of a minion costume is terrifying.
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