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attitude and elbows to the body. She finished her ensemble with a sparkly tiara perched on top of her overly teased blonde hair.
    “What is she even suppose to be?” Cora asked, appearing beside me.
    “Toddlers and Tiaras All Grown Up: The Street Corner Edition,” Gabby joked. "Looks like Queen Bitch Face decided to bedazzle her horns tonight to look like a tiara," she added, shaking her head. “Our costumes totally kill hers.”
    "Duh they do. I'm just confused because I thought you were supposed to dress up as something you weren't already when it's Halloween," Cora laughed, shaking her head.
    "Ladies, you look ravishing!" Lane's voice boomed out from behind us. I turned around, spotting him holding a red cup in his hand and wearing a football jersey and jeans. I guess he didn't go with the Bam Bam idea. "Mmmm pigtails," he grinned, grabbing Cora around the waist and hoisting her up onto a small open space on the counter. Flicking a pigtail, he kissed her neck.
    "Um gross. Get a room," Piper spat out, strutting into the kitchen with a pissed off, constipated look on her face. The four of us moved so our backs were turned away from her, ignoring the demon's presence.
    “Pick your poison,” Lane shouted, signaling to the countless choices on the counter. Where did he even manage to get all this?
    “Vodka, por favor,” Gabby bursted, grabbing three cups and a bottle. "Where is the cranberry?"
    “There is no cranberry juice,” Piper claimed, apparently still in the room.
    “There is cranberry juice,” Lane corrected, opening up the stainless steel fridge. “Just not for you.” Still not bothering to turn around and acknowledge Piper, he grabbed a bottle of cranberry juice from the bottom compartment and handed it to Gabby.
    “Why are you always such an asshole?” The four of us turned around to finally face Piper. Her hands were perched on her hips with hate lining her face. Damn, she was really pissed.
    Without giving Lane a chance to argue back, Cora jumped off the counter quickly, getting in to Piper's face. "Happy Halloween, Skankenstein. Nice dream catcher belly ring, Piper. Your vagina must have seriously bad nightmares from all the guys it's been around." She let out a disgusted snort and my mouth fell open. I had never witnessed Cora being so nasty to anyone.
    Piper grumbled out a sarcastic laugh. "Please. I don't even understand what he sees in you," she sneered, pinching her face together. Her voice had always been irritating, but adding alcohol to her system made it excruciating to listen to. She moved her vision from Cora over to Lane, giving him a sly smile. "I'll repeat what I've always told you. You definitely downgraded." Downgraded? Confusion smacked into me. Did Lane used to date Piper?
    A crowd quickly formed around us, watching the heated show on display. Cora's fists balled up and I was positive she was gearing to drop kick the skank in front of her. Lane must have been thinking the same thing, because he raced forward, pulling Cora behind his broad chest. "Shut the fuck up, Piper," he warned the angry blonde, his voice ice cold. "Or get the hell out of my house. You're lucky I even let you step foot in here. But if you EVER talk to Cora like that again, you will be banned from every single goddamn party that happens here or anywhere else."
    Damn, go Lane.
    For the first time since I've known Piper, she was speechless. Her mouth was pressed into a tight line. She glanced around suddenly, realizing no one was coming to her defense. I spotted her groupies in the corner, refusing to look her way. They might want to be like her, but they weren't willing to get banned from parties for their ringleader. She pointed her perfectly contoured chin in the air, tossing her shiny hair over her shoulder and strutted out of the room, shoving through the crowd with her elbows.
    "I can't stand that fucking chick," Lane bit out, his voice cracking with anger. "Shows fucking over," he shouted to the crowd,