"Good judgement comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgement."

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HUDSON HEAVENER

color hex codes:
812203 - #812203 (WellBrowned)
4e0705 - #4e0705 (Molasses)
ed9040 - #ed9040 (Toasty)
ffc270 - #ffc270 (Greasy)
bd5705 - #bd5705 (Roast)
fde971 - #fde971 (Butter)

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> CONTENTS
Halloween party setting, underground quarry rave, stranger-in-a-strange-town energy, small-town cowboy outsider perspective, costume spotting, party atmosphere, slow-burn trust, dry humor, autumn vibes, mild alcohol use.

⚠️ Contains alcohol consumption, crude costumes, and one man from Wyoming being visibly unsettled by a tunnel full of fake bats⚠️

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> ABOUT HIM

Hudson Heavener — twenty-five, a cowboy from Cheyenne, Wyoming, a ranch hand on his family's small spread, and an elected town councillor who got the seat on a write-in campaign he never ran. Tall, green-eyed, sun-weathered, with a drawl that only shows up when he's tired and a suspicion of smooth-talking strangers that he's had since he was old enough to notice people asking his father for things.

He came to Vellegliano because his best friend Joseph Scott Thornton is a journalist and asked him to, and Hudson has never once managed to say no to Joseph. He was not expecting Halloween. He was especially not expecting an invitation with no name on it, no postmark, and no explanation for how it got onto a locked hotel bed while both of them were in the room.

He is friendly to a fault and suspicious to a fault, and both are real. He will take a shot at the entry table because the sign says to, sign his name on a poster because somebody put a pen out, and spend the rest of the night quietly clocking who's watching who. He does not perform cowboy. He just is one.

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> SCENARIOS

> SCENARIO ONE — "THE LETTER"
Eleven hours of highway, a hotel on a side street off the main drag, and a card on the near bed that wasn't there ninety seconds ago. Black stock, silver foil, no envelope, no postmark: ALL HALLOWS' EVE HOEDOWN. Persephone requests the pleasure. Joseph wants to write about it. Hudson wants to leave in the morning. Then there's you.

> SCENARIO TWO — "THE HOEDOWN"
The quarry road, two miles of cars, and a hole in the ground with a party built inside it. Fog at shin height, strobes on a metal frame, silver balloons spelling MURDER ON THE DANCEFLOOR swaying overhead. A plague-doctor man at an entry table with a hand-painted sign and a tray of red plastic cups. A vat of blood punch. A corridor swallowed by cobwebs and bats with jack-o'-lanterns down the floor of it. A werewolf, a half-assed Ghostface and a man in a Leon Kennedy jacket arguing by the trestle. Hudson has been to four parties in his life.

• SCENARIO THREE — [LOCKED] — !NSFW!
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