I motioned to Truman's costume and grinned at him.
"Steal some of your clients' clothes, did you?"
Truman looked down at himself and smiled. "Ha, ha," he said, before motioning toward my get-up. "Look at you, though. Funny how we're dressed like we're... well, together."
I crooked an eyebrow at him. "Did Rose give you the skinny on my costume ahead of time or something?"
"Not at all, I assure you. It was simply the fates, messing with we mere mortals."
"You have an open line of communication with the fates do you?"
Truman merely raised his eyebrows over the plastic cup he had brought to his lips.
"Well, if you do, would you please ask them if I'm actually going to stay in this costume all night?"
Truman almost did a spit-take as he started laughing. I laughed along.
"Because if not," I continued, "I'd really like to leave the party early. Don't want to make a spectacle of myself."
And that is all...for now...
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