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Yerin Ryu
Yerin's mask, made of a thick white plastic and affixed to her face with an elastic string looped around her head, slid lazily down the bridge of her nose. She adjusted it for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes. Her hands were encased in white lace gloves, a short top hat rested atop her braided hair, and she had sewn a black cape lined with red velvet to the shoulder pads of her cropped black blazer. Despite the troublesome mask, she was thankful that the rest of her costume kept her warm from the cold bite in the autumn air, though she doubted the same could be said for her companion's costume.
"We're here!" she announced as the pair came to a stop in front of the big blue house in the middle of Greek row. Though there were multiple parties ongoing up and down the block, this particular frat house was unmistakably the loudest, brightest, most garishly decorated and filled with the rowdiest of partygoers. Screams could be heard from the back of the house - one angry screech rose above the others, yelling something about smashed pumpkin tarts. The strobe lights in various rooms were all going at different tempos, so just looking at the house for too long was quite disorienting and potentially dangerous to your average epileptic. As they stood there, someone in a fursuit yanked open a window on the top floor and howled at the sky for five full seconds before ducking back inside and slamming the window shut.
Yerin grinned at Yohan and walked up to the front door. "Wow, this really takes me back to our second year." Big, raucous parties weren't Yerin's scene anymore, but she definitely didn't mind them, and the giant annual Halloween Boiler was sure to help get Yohan out of the slump he'd been in since midterms. No matter how many times Yerin had assured him that some subpar midterm scores weren't a big deal, especially in his senior year, Yohan remained bummed out. He'd been uncharacteristically sulky since long before midterms, she was aware, but she wasn't sure why.
She had scarcely knocked on the door before it swung open. A broad-shouldered guy whose face she recognized but whose name was long gone from memory beamed down at them, his smile growing ever wider as he took in their costumes. He yanked them inside with a bellowing laugh and some good-natured reminders: "Kitchen to the right, bathrooms to the left, jungle juice in the kitchen, coolers out back, no sex on the first and third floor." Yerin took off her hat and resisted the urge to shrug off her blazer as she and Yohan walked further into the house; the amount of people milling around and dancing had raised the temperature to the point that she was reminded of why the party was called a "boiler" in the first place.
"We're here!" she announced as the pair came to a stop in front of the big blue house in the middle of Greek row. Though there were multiple parties ongoing up and down the block, this particular frat house was unmistakably the loudest, brightest, most garishly decorated and filled with the rowdiest of partygoers. Screams could be heard from the back of the house - one angry screech rose above the others, yelling something about smashed pumpkin tarts. The strobe lights in various rooms were all going at different tempos, so just looking at the house for too long was quite disorienting and potentially dangerous to your average epileptic. As they stood there, someone in a fursuit yanked open a window on the top floor and howled at the sky for five full seconds before ducking back inside and slamming the window shut.
Yerin grinned at Yohan and walked up to the front door. "Wow, this really takes me back to our second year." Big, raucous parties weren't Yerin's scene anymore, but she definitely didn't mind them, and the giant annual Halloween Boiler was sure to help get Yohan out of the slump he'd been in since midterms. No matter how many times Yerin had assured him that some subpar midterm scores weren't a big deal, especially in his senior year, Yohan remained bummed out. He'd been uncharacteristically sulky since long before midterms, she was aware, but she wasn't sure why.
She had scarcely knocked on the door before it swung open. A broad-shouldered guy whose face she recognized but whose name was long gone from memory beamed down at them, his smile growing ever wider as he took in their costumes. He yanked them inside with a bellowing laugh and some good-natured reminders: "Kitchen to the right, bathrooms to the left, jungle juice in the kitchen, coolers out back, no sex on the first and third floor." Yerin took off her hat and resisted the urge to shrug off her blazer as she and Yohan walked further into the house; the amount of people milling around and dancing had raised the temperature to the point that she was reminded of why the party was called a "boiler" in the first place.
OCT 31
11:35 PM
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