Halloween posed to be another night of rain and cold. Winter and its cold, depressing fingers creep ever so closer to the city. For now, it was dry in Dante's dorm, getting ready for the party. Roy was there. While he wasn't attending, he still wanted to hang with his cousin before he settled for the night.
Roy was on Dante's bed, relaxing as Dante was in the bathroom applying makeup on. Dante's costume was The Crow, since he saw the movie last month he wanted to dress as him, easily. Roy spoke up as Dante was humming a song. "You know I don't trust them."
Dante scoffed as he applied the white to the last remaining parts of his face. "Who the fuck do you trust, (Friend)?"
"Fuck off," Roy said with a laugh. "You know what I mean though. You know how those white folks get down."
"I've been to a white party before. I'll be fine, Roy."
Roy sighed, sitting up. "This Rich party is huge, though. You've seen the Facebook posts?"
"Yes, I've seen the posts." Dante walked out in full Crow makeup, grabbing his leather jacket. "I told you, I know my way around a white party."
"If you say so." Roy got up and dapped his cousin. "You know where I live. Have fun, boy."
Dante nodded, then Roy went, leaving him alone as he got the last of his costume ready. He's always been fine at parties like these. Tonight should be no different. He went down stairs to see his friends with a few more. Jack, Daniel, and Paul dressed as Minions from Despicable Me, some kids' movie that came out earlier that year. They dapped up the man as Jack looked in confusion. "Who you supposed to be?"
Dante laughed. "The Crow! You know, from the movie?"
"Oh!" Daniel said. "The movie about the guy who drives taxis?"
Dante twisted his face in confusion. "That's Taxi Driver–" He stopped. "Nevermind. Let's get dunk y'all!"
The crowd agreed with cheers and chants. Dante looked up at the cloudy night sky, not a star in sight, the great above only promising rain. He looked at the crowd. Mostly men, and a few girls. Some guy in a werewolf costume that Dante doesn't recognize struck out hard talking to a girl who dressed up like Jennifer from Jennifer's Body. Paul was doing minion noises as they neared the end of the campus. Across the street from NYU was a high end neighborhood. Filled with mansions and penthouses too big for a family of five. They continued the pilgrimage until they finally reached the large house.
The place was three stories, with a modern, sleek design. The house thumped with music. No Hands by Waka Flocka Flame was the song of choice. Perfect music to play when you want asses to shake. The crew went in, seeing Rich, a Chinese kid wearing a pimp costume. He saw the group walk in the door and ran to shake everyone's hands. "Yooo! My n…" He glanced at Dante then back to Paul and his other friends. "...Friends. Wassup!" He turned to Dante and dapped him up. "Yo, playboy! Dude I love the Sting costume."
Close, no cigar. "Crow, but thanks," Dante said.
"Well, enjoy the party!" He turned, rapping the song. "Girl, drop it to the floor…"
The house could hardly be seen due to the dark environment, the strobe lights the only real way to illuminate the place. The center of what's to be assumed the living room was converted to a dance floor, with the DJ jamming along with them. To the left of that was the kitchen, the only place with real lights to pass drinks around. Beyond that was the stairs and door to the backyard.
Dante wasted no time. He downed two cups of booze quickly and went to the dance floor. He danced his heart out, letting whatever girls wanted to grind against him. You heard what the song says, no hands. Dante took a liking to a girl in a nurse costume, shaking her ass against his crotch the best. She was lightskinned, braided brown hair, and had a cute smile. She bounced it, his hands made their home on her hips.
When they moved out of the dance floor and into the kitchen, they immediately found some drinks, went to a corner, and began making out. Seemingly on time, the DJ played I Invented Sex By Trey Songz. In between kisses and groping, she had some conversation with Dante. She was going to NYU to major in Communications, and had a bright future, blah blah. All Dante cared about was how fat her ass was. What was her name again?
He was kissing on her neck, hands up her smooth legs and thighs, the alcohol and music a potent aphrodisiac. He wanted her bad. They were up against the wall as she kissed his cheek and neck back, his eyes trailing to a duo of white jocks that he recognized. They were from the football team. The men were wearing just their varsity jackets as costumes. They had this girl with them. She looked out of it, clearly. He knew she couldn't be conscious. She had way too much to drink or…
No way. The music, even the nurse, became nothing but thumping in his mind as he watched the situation. She was showing little resistance, as the clearly sober men had their hands all over her, arguing as she was lightly shaking her head. One of them put his fingers to his lips, suggesting silence. The other pointed up, and reading his lips, He said "Upstairs."
"You good?" The nurse said, snapping him out of his moment.
Dante shook his head, still looking at the duo. "Excuse me." He moved and stormed over to the jocks. "She's good, bro."
One of them scoffed. "What?"
"She's good."
The other let go of her, letting her stagger away before passing out against the table. "Bro, back off our business."
He looked at her, then backed to them. "You tried to assault her?"
"Assault?!" one of them exclaims, tapping the other's shoulder. In disbelief. "She would've said yes."
Dante looked disgusted. "She's passed out."
"So?"
Dante had enough. "Leave her alone."
The jocks stepped up to him, pissed. "Or what?"
He was drunk, but he knows what rapists deserve. He heaved and punched one of them in the mouth, blood immediately spilling from his mouth as he fell to the floor with a loud thud, earning gasps from the crowd. The other jock tackled Dante to the ground, and the music stopped to address the fight going on. Dante crawled on top and viciously grabbed his shirt and began raining blows on his nose, beating it open with blood. "Fucking rapist!" He said before he was broken up, with Jack grabbing him and helping him outside into the cold rain.
Dante pushed off Jack's help as he looked at his trembling hands, covered with blood. "The fuck happened?!" Jack asked.
"They tried to assault a girl there. Fuck sake."
"Fuck… I mean I heard rumors but… I didn't know the football team moved like that."
Silence was held. Letting the rain fall be their only song now. As the crowd stepped outside. Dante shook his head. "Don't wait up," He said as he turned and walked off. Looks like his cousin was right afterall.