<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fb/Antonio%27s_Costume.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Antonio Vasquez<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Strolling Down the Street, Close to<em>Eden</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Best Bud Zach<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Friendly, Feisty & Flirty<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>An All-Leather, Male-Version of a<em>Maleficent</em>Costume<br/><hr/><br/>Antonio was in an awesome mood. Tonight was his night and there wasn't anything he could think of that was going to change this very important fact. He fucking loved Halloween. Loved it. It was easily his favorite holiday of the year and, seeing as it was, he usually went all out with his costume. It was just how he rolled. As with most things in life, he was either all in or not at all, and tonight was no exception. No expense was spared, no detail left undone.<br/><br/>His studded, leather,<em>Maleficent</em>costume with horned headdress and flowing cape was spot on. Well, that is, if the misunderstood, fictional fairy had been a muscular, gay guy. Anyway. The costume was certainly striking and Antonio was rocking it to the hilt. It hugged every curve of his bulging body perfectly and exposed just enough of his ample pecs to keep it visually interesting. His smooth, usually deep tan skin was colored a luminous lime green and his eyes, normally pitch black, were - thanks to a set of rather expensive contacts - literally glowing emerald green. A pair of pointed teeth finished the ghoulish look off from the neck up and, as would be expected from one so well endowed, a fully packed codpiece dominated down below, more than likely sending chills - lustful chills, that is - up the spines of those who crossed his path.<br/><br/>"<strong>Before the moon sets on this hallowed ween, you shall finger my prick, and fall into a slut like trance!</strong>" he boldly, yet playfully cooed as he strut down the street, toying with the adult men and women who currently milled about this more, uh,<em>colorful</em>section of Indigo Way. "<strong>That's right! Behold <em>Male</em>ficent the Magnificent!</strong>" he would continue to muse as he unexpectedly came across a familiar face attached to a piratical form.<br/><br/>"<strong>Permission to come aboard, Captain Zach!</strong>" Antonio joked as he saddled up next to one of his good friends, who, upon a quick sidelong glance, appeared contemplative and a tad bit broody. "<strong>A, uh, gold coin for your thoughts</strong>," the young man continued to probe, not allowing his best buddy to linger in silence. "<strong>Black cat got your tongue, mate?</strong>" he pushed further still when a response didn't come right away. "<strong>I can loan you mine</strong>," he offered as he slid his out from between thick lips in a blatantly suggestive manner. "<strong>Come on, bud. Spill. What's got ya so down? Gonna have to nickname you Bluebeard or, better yet, Blueballs with that puss on your face.</strong>"<br/><br/>Antonio didn't like it when others were down in the dumps, especially when it was someone he really cared about. The two had been friends just long enough for him to become attached and, in turn, to truly care about his well-being. Besides, tonight was suppose to be an evening filled with frights and fun, not frowns and fuming.<br/><br/>"<strong>Want some candy, little boy?</strong>" he then whispered, in a last ditch effort to bring a smile to Zach's sour face, as he produced a handful of individually wrapped, mini chocolate bars. "<strong>Come on, you know it'll feel real good having something a little sweet sliding around inside your mouth.</strong>"