It was All Hallow's Eve, and Eleanor had long dominated Montana's costume choices ever since she started taking care of him. However, tonight, the little monster was out and about, playing with other pretend grown-ups in such a dangerous night that was exciting to some.
Montana was going to attend a popular-people party, and Eleanor was worried about the results. She knew Montana inside-out, and she was aware of his attractions. That boy named Dalton was surely a red flag, but Montana seemed to have become a bull charging right into it tonight.
In the end, she could only drive Montana to the venue and drop him off somewhere close. She reminded him about his way home and trying not to get drunk. Montana didn't understand why he received the drunk warning, but he didn't care that much. He wanted to have fun at least just tonight.
"Oh, my God… is that Mon?"
"I thought we're not really going for very costume-y looks..."
