Halloween texting scene

Smirking at my reflection in the mirror in the staff bathroom, I pull out my phone, show some skin, snap a picture of myself, and text Kade. 

Nicky: Kade. 

Kade: What’s wrong? 

Nicky: It’s Halloween this month. 

Kade: So? 

Nicky: So you promised I could throw a Halloween party here. We need costumes. 

Kade: No. 

Nicky: Please? 

Kade: I said no.

Nicky: You say no every year! 

Nicky: Can’t we dress up just this once? 

Nicky: Are you there? 

Kade: Fucking hell. 

Kade: Dress up as what? 

Nicky: Ken and Barbie?

Kade: No.

Nicky: I’ll be Barbie and you can be Ken. 

Kade: Absolutely fucking not. 

Nicky: Why? You liked the movie! 

Kade: YOU liked the movie, Nicky, not me. 

Nicky: Whatever you say, big brother. 

Nicky: What about Alex and Prince Henry? 

Kade: Who? 

Nicky: Don’t act like you don’t know who they are! I know you liked that one. 

Kade: How? 

Nicky: Because you didn’t try to fuck me ten minutes into it like you always do. 

Kade: Okay, I didn’t hate that one. But we’re still not dressing up as them. 

Nicky: Fine. 

Nicky: What about this?

I send him the picture of myself wearing the Ghostface mask, chewing my lip while I wait for him to respond. He doesn’t, so I keep texting him. 

Nicky: It came today. 

Nicky: I got you a Jason one.

Nicky: Do you like it?

Nicky: Kade? 

Kade: Where the fuck are you right now? 

Nicky: In the bathroom downstairs. 

Nicky: The staff bathroom. 

Nicky: Not the public one.

Kade: Stay there and don’t let Cam see you. I‘ll be down in thirty seconds. 

Nicky: I’m coming to you. 

Kade: Don’t you dare. 

Nicky: Lol.

Kade: Baby brother, if you walk through the bar dressed like that, you won’t like what happens when I get my hands on you. 

Nicky: I think I will. 

Kade: Everyone’s gonna hear you scream. 

Nicky: You can hear how loud the music is down here, right? You can’t make me scream that loud. 

Kade: Fucking watch me. 

Just then, the door bursts open and I let out a squeak, relaxing when Kade shoves me back against the wall with his big hand wrapped around my throat, his other grabbing my bare hip and yanking my lower half into his. 

“Brat.” 

Dropping my phone on the counter, I hook my arms around his neck and grin up at him. “You like it.” 

“Yeah.” He nods, his eyes darkening as he runs them over my form. “I do.”