Page 51 of Forever

“I was too busy to read the whole thing.”

“It literally would have taken two seconds,” Rob said. And then he poked the side of Bee’s breast that was exposed. “I love boob.”

She swatted his hand away. “What are you supposed to be? A pervert?”

“No,” Rob said. “Well…kind of.”

“He’s dressed like Nigel,” I said. “When he showed up with a hand grenade the other night.”

Bee laughed.

“I’m not dressed like Nigel.” Rob chucked his grenade into the center of the room where people were dancing.

Someone screamed.

“It’s not real!” Rob yelled over his shoulder. He shook his head.

Apparently Rob did not want to be mistaken for Nigel. And I was a little worried that now that I’d said his name, he’d pop out like he’d promised. I looked around. He was nowhere in sight.

“We’re not the only ones that didn’t read the whole invitation,” Mason said. “That guy is dressed like the guy from Scream.” He pointed to someone who’d just walked in.

“Or he’s dressed like the murderer from Scary Movie, which does fit the theme.”

“Son of a bitch,” Mason said.

But I was much more distracted by the two people next to him. They were both dressed like Dr. Evil from Austin Powers and they kept glaring at each other. Or maybe the shorter one was supposed to be Mini Me? She was dressed in a low cut grey shirt dress and had a bald cat in her arms. The skin-cap on her head and drawn in raised eyebrows just made her look insane though.

“Is that Poppy dressed like Dr. Evil?” Brooklyn asked.

I squinted to get a better look. “Oh shit, I think you might be right.” No wonder I thought she looked insane.

“Bold move with the bald cap,” Daphne said. “And I thought my mustache was good.”

Brooklyn laughed. “I much prefer your mustache.”

Kennedy rushed over to us in what I could only describe as a filled burlap sack. “There you guys are!”

“What are you supposed to be?” Brooklyn asked.

“I’m a sandbag of course.” She put her hand on her hip, like she needed to sell it. But we all saw it.

Felix put his arm around her. He was wearing a pair of khakis and had no shirt on. And half of his chest was waxed. “Nope, she’s a boob,” Felix said and poked her.

But unlike when Rob did it, this made complete sense. I laughed, remembering when Steve Carrel’s character said breasts felt like sandbags in The 40-Year-Old Virgin. Because he’d never touched one before.

“Dude, that’s epic.” I high fived him. They totally deserved to win best costume.

Kennedy flicked Felix where he was partially waxed.

“AH! KELLY CLARKSON!” Felix yelled at the top of his lungs.

Brooklyn laughed. “You two totally deserved to win best costume,” she said, reading my mind.

“What about me?” Rob said. “I’ve been in character almost the whole time. Look.” He screamed at the top of his lungs and knocked a tray out of a passing waiter’s hands.

“You and Daphne need to stop making a mess,” James said. “Someone is going to trip over all this stuff.”

Rob screamed again.

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