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They were leaving the hall where they’d just had another chess match, Jim won again, but admittedly he used certain methods to distract Spock, when Jim saw the sign outside.

He stopped to read all about a Halloween Party the club planned to host.

“You are not interested in such frivolities, are you?” Spock asked, sounding somewhat, amusedly so, alarmed.  

Jim laughed. “You bet I am.” He eyed Spock. “Not you though huh?”

“I have no particular desire to pretend to be something I am not.” Spock paused. “But you enjoy that experience?”

“Yep. I love a fantasy life. Life’s far too short not to have fun with it. I’m going.” Jim shook his head. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to come.”

“No?”

“Look, I’m not the clingy type who has to drag his boyfriend along everywhere he goes.” Jim paused as he considered his words. He turned a little red. “You know, if-if that’s an appropriate word to use.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Yeah. I mean so far we haven’t really labeled it. Us. So.” He shrugged.

“I think it is an appropriate designation.”

Jim smiled. “Okay then. So anyway, I’ll get Bones to go with me. That way you won’t feel obligated.”

“If you are sure.”

“Very. Bones will love it.”

They began walking again, leaving the sign behind.

Spock glanced his way. “What will you dress up as?”

“Hmm. A Harem girl?” He laughed at Spock’s expression. “Kdding. A Werewolf, I think.”

“A fictional monster vulnerable to a silver bullet.”

“That’s the one. I’ll try to avoid any of those.”

Spock nodded. “If that is the sort of event you look forward to, then I am happy you are able to attend.”

Jim laughed again. “Uh-huh. That’s a sort of weird, backhanded attempt at being supportive.”

“Jim—”

“Hey, I’m joking. Not everything has to be so serious, Spock.”

Spock pursed his lips, but he nodded. “Do try to stay out of trouble.”

“I’m an exemplary citizen. I never get into trouble.”

Spock arched a brow, but provided no further comment.