I walked into the club and just stood there, looking at the wide variety of costumes. Dancing girls, monsters, vampires, the usual royalty, they were all there. I myself was not so very original, I hoped it was not too simple.
I’d never been to a Halloween Party so had to borrow the outfit from a friend, to be honest, Halloween is not really my thing but I was invited and as my nightlife had not been so good lately, I had taken the invitation.

The crowd was a variety of girls and guys, although it was not easy to tell with these bodies in various costumes. Nobody noticed me, so I had to start looking and moving myself in the crowd, to find my friend and the group of friends she belonged to.

I noticed a crowd in a corner, and recognized my friend. I wandered in that direction. I peered through the crowd to see who else was there and if there were people I knew, I mean, I used to go out a lot so there was a big chance that I might recognize some of them.
A raven-haired woman sat alone at a table. Her costume reminded me of a sexy vampiress. She just sat there, smiling softly, sipping her drink.I stared at her, I recognized her, Bette. The self-assurance of her was truly remarkable. Somebody put her hands on the back of an empty chair at her table, and she just raised her eyes and looked at her. She didn’t frown, she still wore that same maddening smile. She didn’t say a word. After a moment, the girl began shifting nervously. She then removed her hands from the chair and pushed her way out of the crowd.

The woman’s eyes slowly swept across the gathered people around her. They started smiling and giving her some playful looks. It looked like they had a joke amongst themselves. My friend was part of this group! She knew her? She knew Bette? Now what was I supposed to do? I found myself still staring at her, indecisive, confused.
Before I could think of what to do, she had noticed me and was staring back at me. When I realized this, I blinked and looked around. Then my friend saw me and waved, which directed me on an auto-pilot towards the group where my friend and apparently also Bette belonged to. I waved back at her and as I made my way towards them, secretly looked in Bette’s direction to find her still staring at me.