Polly had a few mixed feelings about going to her first Halloween party after her double-dosing. One thing that was very prominent on her mind was that she was missing out on trick-or-treating. Though she knew she was getting too old for that. It didn't seem that long ago that Jeremy had taken her out trick-or-treating. That was back when it was just called the Halloween Carnival instead of Spookyville. And back when Jeremy was human. Times have changed a lot since then.
And now that Polly had double-dosed, that made her a legal adult and able to enjoy adult activities. That includes the Halloween party at the Meat Market, which is called the Slaughterhouse for the holiday. However, Mrs. White wasn't about to let Polly go there without making sure she didn't get in over her head. As such, Marcy and Chilly were also with her. And the three of them had a costume theme going on. Both Marcy and Chilly were dressed as viking warriors. Though real vikings didn't wear horned helmets and not wore shirt. Well, perhaps some vikings went shirtless, but women were unlikely to have been vikings and even if they did, they wouldn't be wearing chainmail bikinis.
Polly's costume was more modest in comparison. She wore an ice-blue tunic with matching pants and boots, as well as a large belt, bracers on her wrists, and a faux-fur-lined cape. Though her shirt and pants were rather tight to show off her muscles and her neckline plunged down quite a bit. Mrs. White thought that Polly's first Halloween costume in high school shouldn't be too scandalous, no matter what kind of body she had now. Polly didn't mind as this was probably as much skin as she wanted to display anyways. But she did love how her mom did her long blonde hair in a French braid. Polly just may keep this style.
The bouncer briefly stopped them at the door, mostly to make certain that Polly was indeed double-dosed and permitted to enter. Looking her up and down, he asked, "Let me guess, frost giantess?"
"Not just any frost giantess," said Polly, "I am Skadi, Norse goddess of winter."
"Well, you're old enough to get in," said the bouncer, pointing them through the door.
Inside, the Slaughterhouse was darker than they expected, mostly because they were using blacklights. Of course, that made the polar bears' white fur look bright purple. There was also fog machines to enhance the spooky atmosphere along with appropriate Halloween music for the nightclub. Plenty of people were dancing to it, mostly onstage.
"Don't look at those dancers if you don't feel comfortable about that," said Marcy, "And that goes for you too, Chilly."
"Hey, we're married now," said Chilly, "I know better than to let my eyes wander."
"Good to know," said a Great Pyrenees in a black dress with a plunging neckline that made her look like a sexy horror hostess, "Marcy White? I don't believe we've ever met. I'm Miss Fabina, the primary proprietor of this establishment."
"I've heard of you," said Marcy, "And if you're offering a position here, it's a bit too late. I'm married now." She held up her hand with her wedding band on it.
"Quite a few married couples have been on the stage together," said Miss Fabina.
"Yeah, but I'm working for NASA and I doubt they'd approve of me moonlighting here," said Marcy.
"That's fair enough, not that I was about to offer a job," said Miss Fabina, "I was just doing circulations, seeing that everyone is having a good time here. Especially if it's their first time." She looked up at Polly and said, "Polly, I saw your first episode. You did rather well. It was an...interesting topic."
"Yeah, it was really strange," said Marcy, "What kind of person crossbreeds sheep just to hunt them?"
"I was more interested in how that cloning tissue was smuggled," said Miss Fabina, "And I've seen strange ways things are smuggled."
"Er..." started Polly.
"You don't have to tell me. I already looked it up. It was just fascinating," said Fabina. She then looked Polly's costume over and said, "I'm guessing something Norse. Frost giantess or something more?"
"Skadi, goddess of winter, hunting, and skiing," said Polly.
"Hmm...so she would be the patron deity of biathlons?" asked Fabina.
"Actually, that would be Ullr," said Polly, "They're kinda similar, but Ullr is more officially recognized and still used on skiing medals today." Fabina raised an eyebrow at that. "Mom insisted that if I dress up as a mythological deity, I need to do real research on them and not just know the pop culture version."
Fabina nodded and said, "Pop culture does tend eclipse the source material. Though admittedly, some of the source material can be rather inappropriate."
"Likes gods constantly cheating on each other?" asked Marcy.
"At the very least," said Fabina.
"Well, at least everyone at this party is behaving," said Chilly.
"Well, Layla is skirting the line quite a bit," said Fabina.
"Who?" asked Marcy.
"New girl, cheetah, you can recognize her by her decidedly non-aerodynamic bust," said Fabina, "She's certainly fond of showing them off along with the rest of her body."
"RHS?" asked Chilly.
"Probably, though I think this may also be her own personality," said Fabina.
"Well, Polly won't be going anywhere near her," said Marcy.
"I wouldn't worry about Polly around her," said Fabina, looking at Chilly.
"Like I said, I'm married," said Chilly.
Fabina nodded and said, "Halloween's a fine time for masquerade, but let's not lose ourselves completely in it."