Easton
"You can't text her to see where they are on this street?" Becker asks as we stare at all the kids in costume.
"Because she probably isn't looking at her phone. Cole said Barrett was dressing as Batman. So we find a Batman and a Darth Vader. How hard can that be?" I mutter.
We went with Cole’s Star Wars theme. I was Boba Fett, Jackson was a Storm Trooper, Kingston's Chewbacca, and Becker chose Han Solo. Becker wore an actual Han mask to make sure no one recognizes him.
“How are we getting out of Annalise Floyd’s party?” Jackson asks me softly.
“I hired two guys close to our height to go for thirty minutes as me and Jackson, then to change and go as you two.” I answer them.
“You are resourceful tonight.” Becker says proudly.
I huff. He knows how desperate I was this year. Cole
