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Wash, dressed as the headless horseman, while holding his pumpkin head against his hip; and Caboose, expertly dressed as a sheet ghost; were stood by the punchbowl at the red and blue's estimated halloween party when there was a loud yelp and a body pushing between and behind them.
Grif's lazily wrapped mummy hand shot out from between them and pointed towards Sarge (in full armour with a vampire cape), who was dangling a rubber bat.
"Dude put that shit AWAY. That's not funny!"
Sarge chuckled, stepping closer holding out the bat.
"C'mon Grif its just a little batty watty."
Grif yelped again and covered himself under Caboose's costume. The Spartan twisting around and watching in confusion.
Wash sighed and waved down the Sargent.
"Come on Sarge you havent tortured him enough?"
"Its Halloween! The best excuse for ethical torturing!"
"And Grif- its not a real bat you're fine."
"You cannot tell me you doubt Sarge is capable of finding and catching a real bat for his sick schemes."
"Now that you mention it..." The red started, pretending to stroke a beard hidden beneath the helmet.
"Sarge ... No...." Wash hesitantly patted down Sarge and turned him away.
"Go harass Simmons or something! I know you have a rubber snake somewhere. You could scare him with a cucumber if you're sneaky enough." Grif accused, hoping that putting the idea out would get his superior off his back.
Once Sarge waved off Wash and went off to presumably hunt down Simmons, or a real bat, Grif swung an arm around the freelancer's shoulder and took the cup of juice out of his hand.
"Thanks Wash you're a real lifesaver."
"Grif you know theyre just decoration, they cant hurt you." Wash let Grif take a drink before stealing the cup back and finishing it off. Earning him a pout as Grif reached behind him to the snack table.
"Bats are fucking terrifying dude, you know their bites are practically undetectable? You could get rabies and not even know it. I'm not risking anything."
"You can get rabies from fake bats?" Caboose questioned, lifting the sheet over his head so he could see properly.
"No Caboose you can't-"
"The fact is they could be covering up the presence of real bats which we could get rabies from." Grif interrupted the freelancer and tossed a piece of popcorn at Caboose, who caught it last second in his mouth.
"There are no bats on an alien planet Grif!"
"Alien bats are even worse than normal bats!"
Wash shook his head in frustration.
"Enough about bats! Caboose where are your clothes?"
"Yeah I was gonna ask about that, did not expect skin on skin contact under there dude."
"Uhm, where are Grif's clothes?" The spartan deflected, taking his chance of freedom to procure a cup of punch for himself.
"Mummy's dont wear clothes, you're all lucky I'm wearing shorts." Grif rolled his eyes and held up another piece of popcorn for Caboose.
"Is that what you are?" Wash chuckled, "I thought you were the bathroom after Lucifur sneaks in."
"Hey! She is an artist and you'll respect her work." Grif groaned and eyed his hand after Caboose had licked it clean of popcorn butter. He broke off one of his "bandages" and wiped it down, crumbled it up and flicked it at Wash.
"Wash are you wearing clothes under your costume?" Caboose asked accusingly.
"My costume is clothes Boose. A bedsheet is not clothes."
"I tried to wear my civvies underneath but I didn't like how they felt..."
Grif switched to Caboose's side, wrapping an arm around his waist and glaring at Wash.
"Yeah man he didn't like how they felt. He don't gotta wear extra clothes if he dont want to. Besides," his hand snaked up and cupped Caboose's chest. "These are an important part of his costume. Where else were we gonna get milk for the cookies?"
"There's cookies?" Caboose practically jumped at the mention of his favourite treat.
"Im sure there is, we'll look for some in a bit once Wash stops being a hater."
"Wash stop being a hater. So we can get cookies." The spartan supported, getting a laugh out of Grif.
Wash sighed and moved himself closer to the red and blue. He patted Caboose's jaw and lazily slugged Grif's shoulder.
"I'm not being a hater, your costume is fine Boose. Stop antagonizing him Grif."
Caboose pressed his face against the top of Wash's head, huffed, and straighted back up.
"Thank you Agent Washington, I like your costume too. Orange looks good on you."
Grif snickered and ribbed Wash, who elbowed him back in return. The freelancer hooked an arm around Grif's neck and pulled him in against his chest.
"Thanks Boose, it looks good on you too."
"Huh? Im not wearing orange my sheet is whiteish blue!"