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It was nearing 11:30 PM this chilly, Halloween night.
Rowen was walking down a dirt road on the outskirts of town, having just left a Halloween house party. She was dressed up as a cartoon-like robber with a black, long sleeve shirt, black pants that hugged her shapely legs, black sneakers, and a black bandits masked tied over her eyes, making the big, round, green orbs of her’s appear even more alluring and mysterious. A black beanie was also pulled over her mop of blonde-ish hair, and in one of her hands was a beige sack with a ‘$’ symbol sharpied in the middle. As she walked, the loot inside shifted and shuffled around. Tucked into the waistline of her black pants was a black-paint squirt gun, full of vodka.

She’d left the party early, but not before getting plenty drunk, of course. She’d heard too many jokes along the lines of,” Ooh, mami, you’ve stolen my heart.” and “Please, break into my house any night.” And when a man dressed as the Grim Reaper used the blunt end of his scythe to prod her rear end, she decided it was time to go.

Now, she walked alone down the dirt road, kicking little pebbles along with the toe of her black sneakers. The fallen autumn leaves blew around in the breeze, as if they were following after her. The night air was crisp, nipping at her nose and turning her sculpted, prominent cheek bones a pink shade.
She was mumbling to herself drunkenly about whatever nonesense, turning her intoxicated attention to focus on lighting herself up a cigarette she’d pulled from her ‘$’ sack.

When she looked back up at the dirt road from fumbling for a moment with her lighter and cigarette, she spotted a short, dirt driveway, leading into a thick corn field that covered most of the right side of the road. There was a plywood sign painted in bright oranges, reds, and yellows reading, “The Maze.” with small, painted corn cobs around it. There were a few other smaller signs, painted in pinks and blues advertising candy inside.

Rowen didn’t remember seeing these maze signs on her way to her friends party. Had she missed them somehow?

Shit, some chocolate sounds so good right now, she thought, drunkenly.

She thought she could hear movement and voices inside the maze, and figured there must already be people inside. Probably some children or teenagers. She could definitely push her way through some children or young teens to get to some candy, no problem. Maybe she could even conjure up some good jump scares, make herself laugh.

Drunk logic.

So, with no further thought, she clenched her lit cigarette tightly between her teeth, gripped her loot sack with determination, and marched towards the entrance to the trail cut in the thick corn field. She was on a mission for that candy.

((I hope it's okay if I make Xavier work at the maze??? I can definitely edit this if you had plans for the maze already or something))

Xavier had no idea why he was here.

No, really, it's not like the owners of this thing could just hunt him down and break his legs for leaving early. He was hired because he had such a good costume, and he wasn't sure how to tell them it wasn't a costume, so he just went with it. The perks of Halloween was that no one questioned why he had goat legs and horns, grey skin, and black eyes with white irises, everyone just complimented it. And, hey, what was better than getting a Halloween job at a cheesy corn maze when he already had a natural costume?

Everything. Everything was better.

Xavier sighed and crossed his arms in an attempt to warm himself up. He was freezing. God, he just wanted to go home. Curling up underneath three different blankets and watching Netflix never sounded more appealing. He had already been screamed at by four different parents for scaring their young children, when he wasn't even purposely trying to scare them, he was just standing at the entrance with candy. His entire existence was a jump scare, apparently. He wasn't even sure why he was surprised that little kids were afraid of the tall goat-man with creepy eyes. Ugh. How much longer did he have to work, again?

He looked up and noticed someone approaching the entrance. With another small sigh, he reached down to pick up the bag of candy that he had sat down on the ground moments earlier. He held out the bag as she drew closer. "Boo," He droned. He had given up on trying hours ago.

(I don’t mind one bit! Thanks for wanting to join in!)

Rowen’s big ol’ eyes had been scanning the tops of the tall corn stalks, perhaps a good foot or two over her head as she approached the entrance. She almost hadn’t even noticed a living being standing right before the opening to the maze until the unenthusiastic, “Boo.”

Her pale green, blurry gaze trailed down to a seriously dressed up man. Damn, he went all out. She couldn’t tell if she was just more drunk than she had previously thought, or if this guy was really good at what he does.

She let out a low, long whistle as she approached closer, stopping perhaps four feet from the goat-man.

“Holy shit guy, that’s some costume.” Rowen complimented around her lit cigarette. “Did you buy that somewhere, or did you make it?” She questioned, leaning a little closer to thoroughly examine the ‘craftsmanship’, forgetting or not giving a mind to that whole personal space bs.

Rowen then bent at her round hips, leaning down slightly to check out those crazy goat legs. They looked so real, but perhaps it was just the buckets of alcohol enhancing the appearance. She had to stop herself from reaching out and touching the fur, barely catching herself in time.

Behave, behave. You never know who could be a psycho. It’d take a while for anyone to find a body in this corn field.

Doubt anyone would even know you were missing...

She cleared her throat and removed her cigarette with her sack-free hand, standing back up straight and studying the worker’s face. Those eyes... Were contacts expensive? Where does one get contacts like that? The internet?

“How’d you do that?” She prodded, mostly forgetting about her mission for sweets. “That eye thing.”

Was she allowed to be smoking in here? Xavier had no idea, but it would probably be on him if this entire corn field burned down because someone dropped a cigarette. He looked down at his legs as she complimented him, as if he needed to remind himself that he, well, looked like this.

"Um, thanks, I made it--"

He leaned back and grimaced when she was suddenly a million times closer. God, he wished he were that drunk right now. His eyes flicked back to her cigarette and he frowned. She could probably be thrown out for either smoking or intoxication, but he wasn't sure if he should, like..say anything?

Xavier couldn't help but feel extremely exposed with the way she was examining him, but he tried to not let his discomfort show. He noticed her observing his face, and he held himself back from squirming, and instead just awkwardly stared back and made direct eye contact.

"Oh, the eye thing?" Did she mean his normal color? Were his eyes doing some other weird nonsense that he wasn't aware of? He just hoped and prayed that she meant the former and answered, "Contacts. Ordered 'em offline."

He looked back down at the cigarette and softly sighed. He figured he should say something about it, just in case this drunk lady somehow managed to send the entire corn maze up in flames. Was it even possible to light an entire corn field on fire with one cigarette? He didn't care. He didn't exactly want to find out. Either way, she would still be smoking by a bunch of five year olds and their tired parents, and Xavier was pretty sure the owners didn't want to deal with the backlash they would get for that.

"Uh, sorry, but I'm not sure if you can smoke in here?" He told her before clearing his throat.

Though Rowen was drunk, she was incredibly keen with body language. Had to be, the way she grew up. Growing in her family house, she’d learned how to tell if she were going to be beat senselessly that night or if the parents were going to pass out in a substance induced coma-sleep, just by how they were sitting on the couch.

She could almost feel the discomfort from this worker, and that pleased her. It made her predatory instincts flare up, told her to push further, to crawl up under his strangely painted skin and make a little bungalow there.

A devilish smirk curled the corners of her pillowy lips as she leaned back on her heels, looking him over yet again. She had no idea if she could gauge his age, she was god awful with guessing how old people were. Didn’t really matter to her anyways.

Her game shifted from candy and scaring children, to focusing on this dressed up dude. She almost completely forgot about the actual maze by this point.

“Yeah, I’m not sure if I can smoke in here either...” She teased, in her slightly raspy, sultry voice. “Let’s see.”
She was meeting his strange gaze directly through her bandit’s mask, bringing the cigarette up to her mouth and taking a long, deep drag, not removing her eyes from his the whole time.

“Yeah,” she spoke again finally, removing the cigarette from her lips while the smoke streamed out of her cute, slightly upturned nose like an enraged bull. Then, she gave a casual shrug of her narrow shoulders. “Seems to be working just fine to me.”

She swayed a little in place, the sly smirk still curled in the corners of her mouth as she eyed him relentlessly.

“Just messin’ with ya, I’ll put it out.” She assured, before running her index finger along her warm, wet tongue and using the wet finger to smolder out the red cherry of the cigarette. Then, after making sure there was no longer any burning, she let the butt drop to the flattened grass and corn stalks under their feet, crushing it further under the toe of a black sneaker.

Rowen turned her pale face back up to the maze worker and she shifted her weight to her left hip, crossing her arms over her breasts as she continued to look at him. Damn, she’d just never seen such a fantastic costume.

“You don’t look like you’re being paid enough to stand out here.” She commented.

Xavier narrowed his dark eyes and watched her as she took a drag and completely ignored him. The part of Xavier that was trying to be a responsible adult screamed at him to throw her out of the maze himself. The part of himself that was pretty damn sick and tired of working, however, fought with the responsible side and screamed at him to tell her that if she were going to insist on smoking, then at least let him have a cigarette, too. He opened his mouth slightly, trying to think of something to say to her, but no words came out. He was just left standing there with this offended look on his face, as if she were directly insulting him by standing there with that cigarette.

Xavier sighed in relief when she said she was going to put it out, and he continued to watch her just to make sure she'd actually do it. When he was certain that she was actually putting it out, he crossed his arms, leaned forward slightly, and looked over to the entrance, just to make sure no one else was coming. The pathway was still desolate, so he turned his attention back to her, snorting at the comment she made.

"You're right, I'm not," He grumbled. He looked down to the ground and kicked at the dirt, wondering when his shift would be over.

He certainly wasn't getting paid enough to deal with this nonsense, but he made sure to keep that little comment to himself. At least she wasn't an angry soccer mom that was ready to behead him because he gave her child the creeps.

Rowen was quite tickled by the annoyance she was causing, and the offended expression that graced his face. All too easy. Though, she was a professional button presser, so maybe he wasn’t really an easily annoyed guy, she was just really good at was she does.
She followed his weird gaze when he peered to see if anyone else was around the desolate, dirt road. No one in sight.

The perfect opportunity for a murder... Was the next thought to invade her mind. Haha, stop. You’re drunk.

Rowen then turned her gaze past the goat-man to the swaying field of corn behind him. “Is anyone even in there?” She questioned, raising a thin, arched eyebrow under her mask. “I wouldn’t tell anyone if you were to just... call it a night.” The vixen prompted.

“It’s getting late, I doubt any more kiddos are gonna come ‘round.” She shrugged a shoulder, bringing her still a little blurry vision back to the dressed up male.

“I bet I could turn your evening around.” The words were... dangerous. As if she were daring him to do something.

Xavier frowned and furrowed his brow. He didn't know what she was offering, but he knew for a fact he didn't want any of it.

"Yeah, um, no thanks," He told her, his tone sharp.

Although Xavier was getting more and more annoyed with her by the second, she was right about one thing: It was getting late, and he really needed to head home soon. It's been a long ass night. He was exhausted and irritated, and he could practically hear his wonderful, comfortable bed calling to him from..however far away he was. A few miles? Something like that.

Rowen merely shrugged at his cold response. Guess she’d gone too far and tarnished any opportunity of fun.

A tight smile stretched her plump lips. “Alright,” She concludes, digging into her sack and retrieving one of the mini bottle of vodkas stashed inside. She did a small cheers gesture towards him. “Well, I’m gonna go get lost in your quaint little maze and forget who I am. Have a swell time, man.” She bid, before sauntering past him and his candy bowl and into the towering corn stalks.

She had nothing better to do, no money for a cab ride home, nothing to do at home anyways, and it was getting too dark to walk the whole way. Might as well disappear in some old farmer’s corn field and wander. Probably pass out somewhere and find her way out in the morning.
Happy Halloween,she told herself as the tall corn stalks enveloped her.

Xavier turned to watch her go. "Have a nice night," He droned again, sounding as bored and unenthusiastic as he did earlier. He wasn't sure if he should tell someone that, hey, this extremely drunk lady is just heading into the maze like she owns the place, but he was honestly too tired to care. It's not like he'd be coming back, anyways. He decided that now was a good time to leave, mainly because it was late, and he knew that the only other people he'd be greeting at this point would be people that were about as drunk as her.

He pulled his phone out of the little pocket on his cloak that was a part of his "costume". After quickly checking the time, he went to text someone to come pick him up, but noticed he had no reception. Leaving the bag of candy on the ground, he sighed loudly and started to head out of the maze. He guessed he'd just hope no one would murder him and he'd text someone when he finally had some sort of reception.