Walking down the stairs feels like going down into the Underworld. It’s dark and faceless people walk buy, a blur of fake masks and cheap costumes. The music is thumping and people are crowding on the dance floor in their own little bubbles. The alcohol is gone and it’s overcrowded.
Near the back of the party, sitting on a couch listening the music is a knight. Arthur picked up the pieces from home, just old stuff he used to play with as a kid, that actually makes a decent costume. The floor is too crowded for any kind of real dancing, but its good music, and its nice and warm in here, while outside its begun an early snow.
The music is loud, even here. I mean really loud. It’s weird how the whisper cuts through the noise. As clear as if they were in a silent room, he hears right next to his ear in a calm jovial voice,
“Hey want to come to the real party?”
Arthur turns around. Standing there is a girl with a green dress made of sewn leaves and hem line of wheat. Her hair is braided into a tight golden blonde braid and she winks at him.
“Come on, follow me.”
They travel farther down the hall, in the opposite direction of the main room. This hall goes to the bedrooms? It’s dark and he fumbles around for a few seconds, but suddenly they come out into a brightly lit room.
There are a couple of couches and a standing bar table in the middle of the room. The dance music is a distant memory and its pleasant chill here, with some light Halloween music playing in the background. A few people stand around, a few sitting on the couches. One fat fellow in a toga is in the corner with a huge jug of red wine, talking to a thin black guy with long arms and legs who is dressed in a Spiderman costume. Next to them is a huge red headed guy who is dressed as the superhero Thor. Aside from the red beard he is a perfect match. The red haired guy is talking to a girl dresses as Cleopatra, though she has those costume kitty ears on.
There are a lot more people though the total gathering probably only equals 15. Arthur manages to find a drink and he goes to sit by a window and talk with the golden headed girl. On the way he grabs some candy. This is going to be a good party.
Prompt by Lewis Carroll: Write a story about a halloween party where all the party goers are actually old gods.