Alex was so embarrassed to show his face at this party that for weeks he had been pondering about what to wear. It all kind of started when he had embarrassed himself around James that one time. It was around some college freshman he was flirting with. To be honest he didn't even realize they were flirting he was so oblivious. Then out of left field something pushed him, grabbing on the closest thing for support he ended up pulling down the poor girls pants exposing her pink laced panties. James was there and well Alex got a reputation that crippled his social status around the campus.<br/><br/>He never quite knew though if James went to the school. He definitely saw him around the campus often but they never really talked much. Maybe he plain felt sorry for him but it came as a surprise when James invited him to his costume party. To be polite he humbly accepted. But the neighborhood had caught wind of his blunder so he really didn't want to show his face and much worse what if the girl he had pants was invited to the party as well?<br/><br/>Either way he made his decision with a character he had admire from his childhood. Good ole hunk, someone so inconspicuous,littered with body armor, and  complete with a face mask. That there wouldn't be anything exposed to reveal his identity. He thought about using a voice changer but that was too cumbersome and hurt his face to wear it. So he slipped it into his pocket until he arrived. But that wasn't the only tool he had brought with him.<br/><br/>Instead of Hunk's usually arsenal of "hardware", in the book bag Alex was carrying was an assortment of liquid goodies. He had a connection and the liquor store at the strip mall a few miles away and called in the favor just for this party. Something about adding some liquid encouragement made the little deviant in him smirk without remorse. It couldn't be a party, not without him anyway, and maybe this would be a way to blow off some steam for the whole incident a few weeks back.<br/><br/>Nervously he stood at the stoop of James's home questioning whether to turn around and go home. Clenching the voice changer in his pocket so hard he could felt the hard plastic shell making his gloved hands sore. Then in one enthusiastic swoop his stuffed the voice changer under his face and knock on the door confidently waiting for someone to answer.