<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Oh, you mean..." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Lily turned away from Gordie after he questioned the potential prop. She disappeared momentarily into her bedroom, not bothering to flick on the light as she retrieved the desired item. Prancing back into the common room Lily flashed him a wide smile, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"like this?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she presented the clear bag like a trophy. Inside was a large, plastic mallet painted to look like wood. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Squeaker and all." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">It was an awesome last minute find at Target in the children's party section. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I'll blow it up on the way there," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">her shoulders perked up in a shurg as she tore open the packaging. Lily let out a series of laughs as Gordie pressed on with his Bane accent. It had been good actually, almost scary good. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I think so. Yes. And I sure fucking hope so." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#d1d5d8">she spoke between giggles,  answering his questions and digging the fact her roomie seemed just as pumped as she was. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Mhm, ready." </span><br/><br/>By the time they reached the quad Lily had successfully inflated the toy mallet. Her red lipstick had smeared in the process and she was light headed, but hell it just added to the costume. Her heart skipped as the sound of music filled the air, quickly finding themselves amongst crowds of students. All of which were decked out in costumes. Her eyes flashed in excitement as she brought the squeaky hammer to rest on one shoulder.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Looks like there's a couple drink bars set up. Damn, look at all these people! See anyone yet?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Lily bounced on her tippy toes, even wearing heeled boots it was hard to see. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Wanna stop here and snag a drink?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she nodded towards one of the bars, wanting to take advantage of the short line. <br/>
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