Garrison and Adrienne - Hallowe'en Costumes

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Garrison and Adrienne try to decide what to dress up as for Hallowe'en and talk about Tandy's upcoming castle purchase.

“So, you decided what you want to do for Halloween?” Garrison said from the couch, idly watching the playoffs on television. Adrienne had perched herself at the table with a stack of marking, strategically aligned so she could see the screen when she wanted to. They’d had a brief talk about costumes earlier, but other than ‘nothing that if we get mystically turned into our costumes will be highly embarrassing and/or deadly’ rule they both quickly proposed, they hadn’t gotten much further.

"Well, I've got it narrowed down," Adrienne admitted, pulling her tablet out from under the papers, happy for the distraction. "What do you like? There's the old Plug-and-Socket idea... although that one might not be good if we get turned into our costumes again. Ditto Wine and Cheese, Bacon and Egg, and Peanut Butter and Jelly. In case we get turned into our costumes again, it might be better to go as Antony and Cleopatra? Or maybe Generic Greek God and Goddess? Or... The Flintstones? There's also Hugh Hefner/Playboy Bunny," she added with a raised eyebrow, catching his gaze. "Although I think everyone around here thinks we're already them without the costumes..."

"Don't be silly. More people think we're already them without the clothes." Kane corrected. "See, my default Halloween costume is my dress uniform. Do you want to dress up as Nell?"

"Wait, who's Nell?" Adrienne asked, taking the tablet and flopping down on the couch beside him. "I don't recall that name from all the Due South you made me watch."

"Dudley Do-Right's love. Although, now that I think of it, Nell was obsessed with his horse. And if we get turned into our costumes again, that would be, well, pretty gross."

"I still haven't gotten over that horse thing from two years ago," Adrienne admitted, frowning. She looked up Dudley Do-Right on her tablet and her eyes lit up. "Besides. I'd rather be Snidely Whiplash than Nell."

"Maybe something different..." He conceded. Kane wasn't great at this sort of stuff, while he was convinced Adri bought some clothes strictly for costume use. Well, other than the specific ones for the odd night they felt like a little change.

"Something different like... food-related things? Cuz I'm kinda feeling Wine and Cheese. Or the Greek thing."

"Maybe the Greek thing? Vikks would never let me live down wandering around a party dress as the Cheese Man or something."

Adrienne called up the bookmarked page with the costumes on it. "I think the dude gets the wine. But the Greeks would be cool. You could rock a toga."

"Or do we want to do more of a Clash of the Titans thing? Me in armor, you mostly in body oil."

"Well, I'm still a teacher for another few weeks, so probably not," Adrienne smirked. "We could do an Archer thing," she suggested, only half teasing. "You could be Agent Kane. Since, y'know, that's your name."

"I don't know if I have the toys for her. The only thing about that show that worries me is that I think it's my dad's biography."

"Is your dad Cheryl Tunt?" Adrienne asked with a smirk.

"I'm not going to answer that. He's mostly Archer but Thirty years before."

"So... Archer at boarding school playing lacrosse? Or as a child trying to jack off with the vacuum cleaner?" Adrienne teased.

"Yes, because I needed the image of my father maiming himself with a vacuum cleaner in my head. Thank you, dear..."

"Anytime," Adrienne answered in her most helpful tone. "It's what I'm here for. Do you really want to do a Clash of the Titans thing?" she inquired, still navigating on her tablet. "I'm assuming you mean the new version and not the 1981 Harryhausen film?"

"I don't have the head to pull off Harry Hamlin's afro." He turned back to the screen as a Royal cracked a sharp drive up the right field line. "Should we do something with another couple? Maybe a group costume?"

"You have too little faith in my costuming abilities," Adrienne scoffed as a response to his afro comment. "A group costume would be cool. I had a lot of fun as the Sanderson sisters last year. Or was that two years ago? Christ, I feel old. If you tell anyone that I'll kill you. Have you heard anything about any group costume ideas floating around? Anyone need the back ends of a cow and a horse or anything?"

"Nah, Kyle always has the horse's ass role sown up. I think the Doc had some ideas."

"Doctor Lush? Okay, I'm in," Adrienne nodded. "She always has good ideas. Do you know what these ideas are, perchance? Or are we going to be flying blind this year? Cuz, I'm okay with it, I just wanna know which kind of underwear to wear, or, y'know, not wear."

"The correct answer to that is always 'not to wear'. I thought I made that clear on Valentine's Day."

"You did. Which is why when we got back here after my career-change party, I was just wearing the trenchcoat," she reminded him.

"That was a great coat." Kane agreed, musing. He finally shook his head and pulled out his phone, texting Jean. "I'll see what she's got. Are you running any of the events this year?"

"For hallowe'en? Nope," Adrienne shook her head. "I don't even really know what's going on. I haven't heard anything except that Amanda asked the magical kids to do a bunch of shit as, like, class assignments. So, you know, we're probably all going to die."

"Huh. Well, at least we've got something to look forward to."

"There's positive thinking for you," Adrienne replied approvingly. "It's probably not too late to leave town and hide out in, like, Tahiti or something," she suggested.

"Our last trip to the South Seas didn't turn out so well. You know, with Magneto and the lava...maybe we can go hide in BC. Little cabin at the top of a mountain, big fireplace, no one around for kilometres..."

"Oh, hey. That reminds me. Wanna come to France next weekend? Little castle at the top of a mountain? Big fireplace? No one around for kilometres except Tandy and Amanda and a foundation investigator and a realtor and maybe come contractors?"

"Are you buying a castle in France without telling me, Adri?"

"Me?! No! Not at all!" she assured him, hands rising defensively. "I have thoroughly learned my lesson about making large life decisions-slash-purchases without talking to you first. Tandy, on the other hand..." she trailed off.

"Why is Tandy buying a castle in France? That makes no sense. I know her mother left her money, but not castle in France money."

"Well, her stepdad owned a vineyard, and her mother didn't just leave her money," Adrienne explained. "She left her the fashion company. Well, half of it. And it's doing quite well. Thanks only in small part to my acting as her business advisor," she preened. "And she wants to buy a castle. To turn into a hotel."

"Ok. Second question. Why is Amanda going? Is it magical or haunted or you're planning a little girl time to balance out the sheer masculinity of sleeping with me?"

"Not exactly," Adrienne chuckled. "Besides, haven't Tandy and I always shown ourselves to be more than enough femininity to balance you out?" She set down her tablet and snuggled into a more comfortable position on his lap, sending the cat a death glare when she spotted it eying their comfy lounging position. "She's still- understandably- freaked out about demons. She wants Amanda to try and scout the area, make sure it's not a demon hotbed, and then see if she can set up some wards if she does decide to buy it."

"I still say this whole deal smells fishy. I'd better go along just to make sure you don't get yourself into trouble."

Adrienne snapped up Garrison's phone when it beeped with an incoming message. Jean had replied about the Hallowe'en costumes, making Adrienne smirk when she read it. "Me, Amanda, Tandy, and a creepy, abandoned French castle? I think it's a pretty safe bet that we will get into trouble. So I think we should make sure we take the Scooby Doo costumes Jean wants us to wear. That seems like it would fit the situation."

"Scooby-Doo? Am I the gay guy, the stoner or the dog in this scenario?"

Passing him his phone so he could read the text himself, Adrienne shrugged. "I vote for you being the dog. Looks like Scott's the gay guy. But maybe you could be the stoner. Did you want me to get you some product so you could make it more authentic?"

"I do have to take regular drug tests, you know." Garrison shook his head. "I guess I need to get a green shirt and some bellbottoms... hmm... that is a rather short skirt you'll be showing under that orange sweater."

"Maybe I just won't wear a skirt at all," she suggested. "Maybe I'll channel me some Agent Kane and just wear the sweater as a dress."

"I have just gained pre-cognitive powers and have a prediction that's how you'll end up at the end of the night regardless."