“Well, aren’t you magically delicious?” Shannon said, holding her hands up as if to shield her face from the radiance.
Vin turned in a slow circle, arms held up so that everyone could look at his magnificence. He was wearing kelly-green shorts with yellow tights, black combat boots, and rainbow suspenders.
A gaudy ginger wig of curls perched precariously on his head, held in place with a black c****d hat. “I know, right?” He slithered up to Beau. “Want to try my lucky charms?” He offered Beau a sly wink and shook the bag Vin carried over his shoulder. The bag clinked and clattered agreeably.
“God, put a shirt on before you poke someone’s eye out!” Beau tweaked the offending n****e under the rainbow suspenders and Vin shivered. Not entirely from the cold. “What’s in the bag?”
Vin claspe
