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Halloween Party (open RP)

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Chuck donned his ren faire ruffled shirt and vest once again. Although he would eventually break into the Sandworm costume, he thought to have something costume-ish on in the meantime.

The courtyard outside Chuck and Ellie's apartment was decorated with Halloween lights and spooky decorations. Music played as costumed guests mingled with one another while a couple were helping themselves to the snacks and punch set up on a table at the edge of the courtyard.

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"Uh-huh, that's what it is. It's okay, you can admit it, I won't tell a soul." Laughing she settled down and then looked very tired for a moment.

"Yeah if only it was that easy."

"Admit what?"

Casey nodded. "I didn't think it was."

"That you like me, that deep down you care just a little bit."

She snapped out of her tired look and smiled, "it could be worse, I'm really lucky I guess."

"Define 'like.'"

"So who's watching the rugrat?"

Rolling her eyes she gave a labored sigh, and then shoved his arm lightly. "No, go look it up in the dictionary."

"Grandma and Grandpa, thank God. Sometimes it's nice to get out of the house, and I feel guilty for saying that."

"Are we being the cryptic one?" Casey replied with a slight eyeroll.

"Hey, you do deserve a break once in awhile too."

"We might be, we also might struggle with basic word definition." She rolled her own eyes at him and then stuck out her tongue.

"Actually I don't think I do, something in the young unwed mother papers."

"Yeah, right."

"If you never signed those papers, they agreement was never binding," Casey then smirked a bit.

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"It's true. Though they do say that the opposite of love is not hate but indifference."

Tilting her head to the side she put her hands on her hips and gave him a look. "You don't really sign them, they are kind of just thrust upon you."

"Well, thanks for the daily words of wisdom."

"I see. Might want to talk to a lawyer then." Casey was having fun with this. Maybe since he already made plans to never have the life of the mini van and the Costco trips.

"Hey! I had to eat like forty fortune cookies to get that little nugget of wisdom so you savor it. Ya hear me?"

Salome continued to fix him with her "are you crazy" stare, "I should talk to . . ." She shook her head stopping that train of thought. "I don't need to talk to a lawyer, you just need to have a kid."

"Loud and clear," Casey remarks.

His eyes go a bit wide and he gives Salome a sort of 'WTF?' look. "Me? Have a kid?"

"Good man, good man." A very serious nod.

Salome loves the WTF looks from him, and if he can tease her, she'll tease right back. "Awhhh yeah! You'd be a good dad, I can see it with your mini van and the soccer team in the back . . . Or is it baseball? I like soccer."

"Right, John Casey, soccer Dad." He shook his head. "I don't think so."

"No! I'm serious, you'll grow into it. Parenthood is one of those things that you grow into." She was grinning now, actually showing teeth. And ready to run at any moment.

"You'll have a golden retriever too!"

"A minivan, a soccer team and a dog." Casey rolled his eyes. "And every Sunday we'll head to Costco," he sarcastically added.

"Hey, buying whole sale is very important. Did you know you can get like twenty million pickles in a jar there for twenty bucks? I never knew!" Of course the first time she even been to Costco was two months ago.

"Not specifically, but I know there are huge containers of food there."

"And what glorious containers they are. . ." She wrinkled her nose a little bit and went a bit green. "I just don't want to think about them, ugh, food."

She shook her head to clear her thoughts, "I like your costume, Major."

"The amounts they sell are rather excessive."

Casey smiled. "It's not all that much of a costume per se. It's more of a uniform. But still, any excuse to wear it is fine by me."

"Is this what you wore when you were enlisted?" Raising an eyebrow she went up on her toes and picked up his dog tags studying them intently.

"Some of the time, yes."

She gave him a curious look, "and the other times?"

"Depended on the mission."

"Ah that's right, John Casey secret agent man. You haven't ever climbed down a sheet to escape, have you?"

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