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Thadd's shot glass met empty air as Fiona pulled hers from him, liquid splashing out and onto the floor at their feet (which was starting to feel like just a hazard of hanging with her when drinks were involved, at this point, but a hazard he'd happily navigate).

"Kidding, kidding, Fionalia." Thadd bent his knee in a half-attempt at a kneel, free hand bowing alongside his head.

Complicated and emotional (but impressive) lore aside, there was no pretending that Fiona's costume was anything but beautiful. The shiny gold leaves in her hair reflected back onto her skin beneath the lights, casting her in a literal glow...but maybe she'd always just had that effect to her.

"To miracle birthday resurrections." He's quick to raise his now half-full glass back to Fiona's and down it in unison, collecting both their empties when done and returning them to the counter for another round.

"Oh, come on, Fi--you're really gonna make me wait," he glanced at the microwave clock, "forty two more minutes to find out what could possibly beat two pounds of guac?" And not just any guac either, but arguably the best in Fairford. And he had argued it, extensively. "That's so cruel to do to a guy on his birthday."

Or to a guy whose birthday was still 42 minutes away.

"What the hell," Fiona scoffs, wrenching her shot glass back away from his. "I'm a neglected Dominus's wife from Ancient Greece, are you kidding?" In an almost perfect Karen Smith imitation, she points to the golden leaves wound into her braids. "Mack's my gladiator lover who died tragically but thank god came back to life for this party. I can't even talk about it." She shakes her head and takes in a dramatically deep breath. "Anyway -- happy birthday again!" She clinks their glasses together finally and downs hers. "One of your gifts is the two pounds of guacamole from Los Gatos Tacos and the other ones you'll get on your actual birthday."

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Weston must've sensed Thadd's unwavering confusion, as it isn't until the hoodie and fuck you flip flops reference that a spark of recognition finally registers on his features.

"Dude, yes! You better lawyer up, asshole." He presses the fingers of his free hand together and leans forward. "I swear to God that clip pops up on my Tik Tok, like, randomly every three months, and it gets my ass every time." Thadd shakes his head, knocking back his shot just as his next thought occurred. "Weren't you only, like...nine when that came out?"

"Hey, fuck you, man." He shoves the other playfully, grin on his face with the jest. "Thaddoween and Thaddy P are all me, baby...you think I could, like, trademark that shit?"

Not that he thought there were any unauthorized uses of the titles happening out there (or any at all), but it wasn't impossible to think that there could be another Halloween obsessed non-October born baby named Thaddeus out there wondering how to make his non-October Halloween dreams come true...and really, wouldn't trademarking the name just go to show that potential Thaddeus that he wasn't alone in his vision?

maybe  he  should  be  a  bit  more  weary  about  where  the  drinks  are  coming  from  ..  but  he  trusts  thadd,  even  if  he's  in  over  his  head  at  a  party  like  this.  yes,  he  likes  to  party  with  friends.  friends  being  the  key  word.  he  hasn't  spotted  his  usual  people  yet.  the  glass  clinks  before  he  can  process  and  weston  downs  whatever  it  is,  nose  scrunching  at  the  taste  for  a  moment.  the  question  serves  well  to  distract  him.  "eduardo  saverin  ----  social  network  version,  not  the  real  dude."  wipes  at  his  mouth  with  the  back  of  his  hand,  "y'know  ---  hoodie  and  fuck  you  flip  flops?"  shrugs.  if  he  doesn't  get  the  reference,  then,  well  ...  

"thaddy  phantom."  head  tilts,  chuckling.  "you  come  up  with  that  or  your  sister?"  mostly  just  to  get  a  rise  out  of  the  older,  and  also  because  he  was  genuinely  curious. 

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There was something eerily familiar about Blake's outfit that Thadd couldn't quite place upon first glance.

It was clear that she'd dressed up as he'd asked, though also clear that she hadn't expected him to have to ask just who she'd come as. His eyes narrowed as he awaited his sister's answer, mind racing with the various possibilities...he thought maybe she'd been going for some sort of play on the Fresh Prince--which would've actually been sick as fuck, now that he thought about it, and nostalgic as hell.

But nothing could've prepared him for her actual answer, not the knot between her brows or the confused look inside helping connect the dots on just what it was he was missing...and there really was something so familiar about that sweatshirt.

"Yeah, Thaddoween. Or, well, Thalloween, really. Or Whackoween, if you ask Ty...but maybe just don't ask him. What did you think I--"

He suddenly realized just where it was that he recognize her outfit from. Could picture the image of him atop the kitchen counter as if their mom had the photo album cracked open right in front of them. The sweatshirt, the baggy pants, the animal print bag...

"You thought--" Thadd's hand raised to cover his mouth, containing his grin beneath it. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass her for what he could definitely see as an understandable misunderstanding. That'd been his bad, really.

"Fuck, B, that's such a better fucking theme! Why did I not think of that?" He laughed, head shaking as he went to wrap his sister in a hug. "You fucking nailed it, dude. Where'd you even find the sweatshirt?"

"What?" Blake looks down at her costume as if it's obvious. A t-shirt with an American flag design behind some undetailed smiley face wearing what she assumes is headphones, the pair of loose white and light blue sweatpants, and the white sneakers with a silly graphics bag. "You said Thadd-o-ween…?" Or Thall-o-ween. Either way, the theme seemed pretty clear. Blake had gone home to dig out the photo album and pick a picture that would be easiest to recreate.

A once over of her brother's costume, and a further inspection beyond him to inside tells her how wrong she had been. "I thought… the theme was… dress like you…"

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Thadd would call it whatever she wanted, attitude and all, if it meant that she was there celebrating this day with him.

She was probably the one person he could've even overlooked not dressing up, despite the two rules this whole entire thing operated on, but Tallulah had thankfully spared him that moral dilemma and abided to the theme...which meant that, despite pretending not to care, that she actually cared maybe just a little bit, and he would take whatever she was willing to give.

"Fine," he laments, setting the empty shot glass on the counter for the next round, "but the Thalloween hashtag's already taking off. Just saying." He throws his hands up as if to say what are you gonna do?

As soon as she answers his previous question, he's reminded once more why he keeps trying to forget.

"Whatever. People thinking you're hot means that they must think I'm hot, so it's really like a compliment for me too." He reaches to pluck the recently poured shot from her grip. "It's like a twin perk through the fucking transitive property or some shit." At least, he thinks. He'd failed geometry.

Speaking of gifts though..."I know it's not, like, technically our birthday yet, but I don't think I can wait that long to give you your present."

"Yeah, that's dumb and I'm not calling it that. It's Talloween when I'm in the building. You have fun with your clunky-ass frat name, though," Tallulah informs her twin as she clinks her glass against his and downs it, rolling her eyes at his ignorance.

"You know fully well that I'm sexy Jasmine," she says in annoyance, turning herself to pour another shot.

"But I know how icked you get when people call me hot, so I won't make you acknowledge that. As a birthday gift."

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He thought he'd meant what he said. When he told Mack that it was alright that he'd invited Rocky. That he was cool, that they were cool, that everything was cool, cool, cool.

Everything was not cool.

It wasn't cool when he'd replied back saying it was, wasn't cool when he'd seen Rocky walk through the door in a fucking sleeveless vest (that motherfucker), wasn't cool that despite the small crowd that'd formed around him for his impromptu birthday toast, Thadd could only single out the presence of the man right beside him. A whole crowd of eyes on him, and yet only one pair he could feel burning a hole into his skin.

"Why are you always such a hater?" But even Thadd can't hide his reaction to the Fireball shot, nose scrunched in distaste.

It is obvious, and he regrets asking as soon as he does. It's all but an invitation to closer inspect the costume that even just a first glimpse of had managed to turn his brain into a puddle over.

"Just Ken, huh?" He takes a step closer to the countertop where the rest of the liquor is set up, automatically reaching for two red Solos. "So, does that make me everything, or?"

Another question to regret immediately, fueled by the shots that'd come before the last and hopefully forgotten by the ones that would come after.

"Shit, sorry, that was..." His head shook, laughing awkwardly, pausing briefly the drinks that he was mixing for them. "I'm happy you came, Rock. Really. You didn't have to."

Thalloween? It took Rocky a moment to decipher the moniker for his joint birthday bash with his twin sister, a direct result of having already indulged in several shots at his apartment before plucking up the courage to show his face tonight. Before he had a moment to evade Thadd’s toast, their glasses clinked together and Rocky felt the familiar sting of alcohol in his stomach albeit dulled after his pre-gaming.

“Why do you always shot the nastiest shit?” Rocky lamented, suddenly remembering why he had always been in charge of ordering drinks at the bar when they had been dating.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Rocky frowned, glancing down at his body that the sleeveless denim jacket was doing very little to cover, a pair of white boxer-briefs peeking out from under his jeans. A trademark name written across the waistband. “I’m just Ken.”

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rumor has it you wish you weren't a twin

"Only thing that sucks about it is that we're broaching thirty and we're still sharing birthday parties. Other than that, it's pretty lit. Could be worse -- I could be conjoined." @thaddcarter

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"Backwards Dave." Thadd echoed, lowering his shot from its ascent towards his mouth in order to properly assess just what Aiden was trying to sell him on. Doing a slow circle around his friend, he couldn't contain his gasp when he got to his back...or was it his front?

"Dude, I literally think this is what my sleep paralysis demon looks like." Had he meant for it to be scary? Something about his shoes being on the right way somehow made it that much worse...

But at the promise of both nacho dip and homemade nachos being ripped away from him if he were to attempt turning him away at the door (as if he would ever), Thadd swallowed down both his fear and his shot before waving a hand back towards the rest of the party.

"Okay, but you gotta turn around before you walk in. Really add to the illusion."

"I don't know… backwards Dave or pick a name."

The costume part is never Aiden's forte, and as easy as it is to find some Party City with outfits galore, Aiden sought his out from the confines of his closet. With a pair of jeans on backwards, and a belt that was near impossible to tie as suck and a flannel buttoned up along the spine of his back, it's a tad uncomfortable. Of course the shoes are on right, and the t-shirt is reversible, but it did the job.

"Happy birthday, jackass. Is this enough? It better be - or I'm taking these baked nacho dip and homemade nachos back to my place." The bake pan covered in foil and paper bag rolled up over it, large enough to definitely feed the whole party, are both held up in an offering for entry.

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"To add a fucking air of mystery, man." And definitely not just because when Thadd had come up with these birthday plans originally, he'd had absolutely no idea if it was something Tallulah had wanted to be involved in at all. He still wasn't completely sure, but she was there and she'd dressed up, and that was good enough for him. "Gotta keep everyone on their toes."

Tyson's prickliness was not a costume donned for the night, so Thadd knew how to take it with a grain of salt. He didn't have to agree to let their apartment be an open door for all of Mack's contacts (including but not limited to the Postmates driver that'd delivered them their Taco Bell a few weeks prior, shoutout to JT), but he had--and he too had dressed up, which had been one of the only two rules of the night.

(The second of which was not to be an Asteroid Cows hater, but he did live there, so that could be overlooked for the night...)

"Rickkkkk, you're so right." Thadd nodded his head slowly, giving Tyson a once over, as if it was all coming back to him. "To Thaddy P and Ricky O...C." Having delayed his own shot, he was quick to knock it back in solidarity.

"Is it 'cause you realized you already dress like a clown every day?" Joker to Brendan Fraser seemed like an odd jump, but even odder was that Thadd could've sworn that it wasn't the first time that night that The Mummy had come up.

"Why does the name for this thing keep fucking changing?" Tyson toasted Thadd anyway, he had been saving everyone around him from confusion by calling it Whackoween since the party had gotten into full swing and it had caught on with at least three attendees.

"I already told you I'm not calling you that." Thaddeus on it's own was a ludicrous name, he wouldn't indulge in an even more absurd moniker stemming from it. Knocking back his shot, he glanced down at his own costume, the best he could do to pull off Rick O'Connell on short notice.

"I'm Rick O'Connell. The main guy from The Mummy, Brendan Fraser. From the one before they rebooted it with Tom Cruise."

That was a life rule to live by -- never be Tom Cruise.

"I was going to go with the Joker but I switched it up last minute."

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rumor has it you like someone

"Is this someone in the room with us right now?"

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rumor has it you think you’re the star of asteroid cows

"I mean...if the shoe fits, right?"

"Nah, not to get all sentimental and shit, but my bandmates are literally, like, the most talented fucking people I know. There's a reason they're at the front of the stage...well, okay, actually, my drums kinda have to be in the back, but what I'm trying to say is if anybody's the star, it's them. Literally could not be doing this shit without them."

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rumor has it you've been leading asha on.

"Leading Asha on to where?"

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Rumour has it you're not Milo's real dad

"I knew this day would come...I just didn't know how to tell him, you know? Didn't wanna break the little guy's heart like that."

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rumour has it you don't feel good enough

"Yeah, well, having someone in your life constantly telling you that what you're doing isn't good enough will do that to a guy...but also, like, not that confidence isn't key, but...I don't know, having a big ass head and walking around like I'm the shit and can never do anything to improve myself is just highkey fake as fuck and I think people can see right through that shit most of the time. I think I'm riding comfortably somewhere in the middle."

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Rumour has it you have feelings for Fiona

"Come on. Fiona Osman's literally been, like, the coolest fucking girl in this town since 2010. If you've never had a crush on her, you're lying to yourself."

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rumor has it you have a third nipple

"Dude, I fucking wish! I'd pierce that one too."

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"Dude, if I thought I could get myself back in this fucking thing..." But between the suit being skin tight, Thadd being less than sober, and not necessarily wanting to accidentally flash Colin his dick, as funny as the thought of Tyson discovering his new background image to be Thadd mooning him was, the odds just did not seem to be in his favor.

But his birthday privileges and the uninterrupted access to Tyson's laptop hadn't been enough to persuade Colin into queueing up Calling All the Monsters, so he racked his brain for something else.

"How about one of those cheesy motivational posters? Like with the fucking cat that says hang in there?" He plucked the joint from Colin's lips to take a hit for himself. "Shit, or make it look the whole screen's been cracked."

location: thadd and tallulah's birthday party for: @fairfordstarters

Buzzed from two shots and a joint hanging from his mouth, it'd taken Colin about five minutes to hack his way into the laptop hooked up to the sound system -- Tyson's, which makes it funnier -- and he says to the person next to him, "Help me decide what to change this motherfucker's background to and I'll put on whatever song you want."