The chaos in Torkside Square only got wilder—neon lights swayed, laughter blended with street music and vendors shouting over one another. Anderson staggered half-drunk, dragging a half-empty beer bottle along the ground.
His eyes darted toward Caleb, still wearing his black mask and baseball cap low over his face. Anderson broke into a wide grin, pizza sauce crusted on his teeth.
"Hey… hahahaha! Look at Mommy's boy over there… still hiding under that mask and cap. Man, you look like a damn thief, I swear! hahaa…"
Billy cracked up too, nearly toppling into the crowd.
"Yeah, yeah… you look like you're about to rob a store, not hang out at the square! Bro, Halloween's for cool costumes, not some bargain-bin pickpocket style!"
People nearby turned their heads for a second, but shrugged it off—just another drunk pack making noise.
