Zane hefted his double-bladed axe into the air, his face scrunching into a mean expression as he lowered his viking helmet. Roman wore the red plaid kilt of a highlander, and a two-handed claymore sword. Both men wore hair extensions, light and dark, braided over their shoulders… by guys who knew very little about braiding.
“Want me to re-do—”
“No!” cried Zane, fiercely.
I laughed. “But it looks like you tied knots in your hair!”
“Bah!” said Roman. “They were braids, at one point. Must’ve come out during battle.”
“Yeah sure,” I smiled. “And where are you guys off to?”
“There’s an open party called the witch’s ball,” said Erik. “Costumes only.”
“Ah.”
“We’re all going,” Zane smiled and winked. “You included.”
“Oh really?” I chuckled. I picked up my gypsy skirts and let them fall. “As what? A fortune teller?”
“No,” said Roman, pulling a small package from beneath his kilt. He tossed it my way, and I caught it out of reflex.
“As that.”
Forty-Three
ERIK
She was always sexy, always a knockout. But strutting around town in the sexy witch’s outfit we’d bought for her, Savannah reached a level of hotness that was almost surreal.
“I’m totally spellbound.”
Roman’s cute little pun was met with a wry smile.
“Yeah, yeah,” smirked Savannah. “Don’t pretend it’s a witch thing, though. You would’ve loved any costume that showed this much of my ass.”
She lifted a section of the tiny frilled skirts, which were already high up on her thighs. Her cute black panties just barely peeked out, causing us all three of us to stare.
“It better not be cold tonight,” she warned, twirling once in her corset. Zane placed the hat on her head. Roman handed her the broom.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “We’re not walking very far.”
“I’ll cast a spell on you if we are,” our sexy little witch wagged a finger at me.
“A good spell?”
Savannah laughed, pulling at the tops of her faux leather, thigh-high boots. “Do I look l
ike a good witch to you?”
“Not at all,” said Zane. “You look like a bad, bad witch.”
“The absolute worst,” Roman added.
“Or the best,” I smiled. “Depending on how you look at it.”
“Uh huh.”
We were taking her out for Halloween in Salem, which promised to be a blast. None of us had work in the morning. We’d all taken the day off. It gave us plenty of time to enjoy our night on the town, and of course what came afterward. But first, we had some other business to take care of.