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"OK, I'll admit, this is more effort than you two usually put in," Lydia says, once she's opened her front door and gotten her first look at Stiles and Theo. "But I would like to state for the record that I still hate it."
"What could you possibly hate about our costumes this time?" Stiles asks, indignant, and flipping his long blonde hair out of his face. He's put in
way
more effort this year. Sourcing all the elements was a nightmare, but they managed it, and they look hot as fuck, in Stiles' opinion. It's impossible to wear this much Lycra and
not
look hot.
"Because you look ridiculous, Stiles," Lydia answers, annoyed. "Just once, I would like to be able to take a photo of everyone at this party and have us all look good. This pack is, literally,
supernaturally
attractive, but I don't have a
single
photo of us all that showcases that, because you two always insist on wearing the most absurd costumes you can find."
"Aww, Lyds, you think I'm hot?" Stiles grins, deliberately ignoring everything else she said.
"Not dressed like that, you're not," she returns, flat and annoyed.
"Aw, babe, don't listen to her," Theo says, wrapping an arm around Stiles' waist. "
I
think you look hot. The pink really suits you."
"You don't get a vote. You're an enabler, and besides, he could wear a paper bag and you would think he looks hot in it," Lydia says, and Theo tilts his head to the side, considering.
"We should test that theory. Do they make human-sized paper bags?"
"Ugh," Lydia says. "Absolutely ridiculous, the pair of you. Though at least
Theo
looks good.
How
you managed to make that absurd outfit look attractive, I'll never know, but whatever."
"He really pulls it off, doesn't he?" Stiles grins, leaning in to press a quick kiss against Theo's cheek. The angle is awkward, what with the visors both of them are wearing, but he manages it. There's a lip-shaped stain of shimmery gloss left behind on Theo's cheek when Stiles pulls away, but it adds to the overall costume, he decides.
"Aw, thanks, babe," Theo says, sending a smile at Stiles that's a perfect replica of Ryan Gosling's empty-headed smile.
"You're welcome, babe," Stiles grins back, and then he turns his attention back to Lydia, wriggling in place uncomfortably and tugging at his bodysuit. The multi-fluro-coloured lycra bathing suit is digging into him in some very unfortunate places, even with the hot pink bikeshorts he's wearing underneath. "I think I'm with you about this not being my best costume. How do women
wear
shit like this? The wedgie is killing me."
"It serves you right," Lydia says, haughty, and Theo laughs at her utter lack of sympathy. Rude.
"Well, you'd better come inside and curse everyone else with your horrible outfits," Lydia continues with a sigh, holding the door open.
"Hey, it could have been worse," Stiles tells her, as he and Theo step inside. He holds up his yellow rollerblades. "Be thankful that I decided to just carry these, instead of wearing them. I nearly did, but then I pictured me several drinks into the future and decided against it."
"If you had tried to set foot onto my freshly polished hardwood floors in rollerblades, then I would have murdered you on my doorstep and turned you into one of my Halloween yard decorations," Lydia says, and turns, sweeping up the hallway, trusting them to follow.
By the door, Stiles turns to Theo.
"Shall we go join this party, Ken?" he asks, and Theo grins and reaches out to wrap an arm around Stiles' waist.
"Lets go party, Barbie," he says, then leans in to kiss Stiles, who is too busy groaning at the terrible line to manage to kiss him back.