The preparations for the party were nearly complete. "Thriller" was playing in the background, the jack-o-lanterns (a rocket and a black widow) were lit, and cobwebs covered everything. Snack foods were laid out and given silly names like mummy dogs and witches fingers. A cauldron of bubbling punch was surrounded by zombie brain Jell-O shots.

"Henry, people will be here soon! You need to get dressed!"

He looked up and smiled as he watched her coming down the stairs dressed as Leia Organa. Not the slave Leia costume - that was reserved for the bedroom. This was the far more elegant Bespin dress, the burgundy material flowing over her body, her hair braided and hanging in double loops.

When she reached the bottom of the steps she kissed him, his stubble rough on her chin.

"And shave. You're getting scruffy." She smiled before heading into the kitchen.

"Who's scruffy looking?" he called after her, his brow furrowed in mock consternation.

After shaving and putting on his costume, Henry came back downstairs. He wore a white shirt with black vest, blue pants complete with Corellian blood stripe, and a low slung blaster. He looked every bit the part of smuggler captain Han Solo.

He came around the corner into the kitchen, running right into Kate who barely held on to the tray of cookies she was carrying. Once the tray was balanced he slid his arms around her waist with a smile, not letting her go.

"Let go, please," she said, clearly frazzled from trying to get the party ready before guests arrived.

"Don't get excited," he grinned, slipping into character and earning a smile when she realized what he was doing. She obliged him, continuing the quote.

"Captain, being held by you isn't quite enough to get me excited." As if on queue, the doorbell rang.

"Sorry sweetheart," he smirked. "I don't have time for anything else." He kissed her lightly and and went to open the door for the first guests of the evening.

An hour later, the party was in full swing. Henry found himself within arms reach of Kate for the first time since people had arrived. He snagged her hand and guided her into the hall closet. Satisfied that no one had noticed, he closed the door.

"You scoundrel," she laughed in the dark, raising a hand to rest on his chest.

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel," he replied, placing his hands on her arms. She tilted her lips up toward his.

"I happen to like nice men," she breathed, barely more than a whisper.

"I'm a nice man," he pulled her closer.

"No, you're not. You're..." she interrupted her own sentence when she lifted up on her toes and pressed her lips hard to his.

Well boys and girls, that's it. Blane's 13 Days of Halloween are coming to an end. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me when the prospect of daily prompts got daunting. A special shout-out goes to /u/littlewhitelotus for the inspiration for today's idea. If you thought about responding to this or any of the prompts but were too scared, I'd sure like to hear from you. I promise I won't bite (unless it's the vampire one, or if you ask nicely).

If chat is more your thing, let's get some conversation going in the comments. What are you wearing to our party? Favorite Halloween party experience? Any favorite spooky snacks or drinks? Whatever you'd like. Join the party!

If you missed any days you can go back and check them out here.

Happy Halloween everyone!