Prophetic Feelings

Rory, Ireena, Luther, and Penelope all left the aforementioned bar. Penelope and Luther went home together. At this point, they were now boyfriend and girlfriend. However, Rory and Ireena couldn’t be so simply defined.
“Well, do you want to come back with me?” he asked.
“I really can’t today. It’s only Monday night.”
“Wait though. I never asked you. What are you doing for Halloween?”
“I’m going to a party. Do you want to come?” “Sure! Definitely.”
“Okay. Great. I’ll call you later.”
Rory kissed her on the cheek, and Ireena responded in rapidity likewise. She walked away, and Rory was left to walk home alone. There were crowds of people shouting unknowable things. They all seemed more drunk than it seemed fair to be on a Monday night. Rory wondered whether or not it was okay to be an alcoholic, if one could deal with hangovers and financial concerns. He didn’t want another drink tonight though. He was happy to walk to the train and think about love. And Halloween costumes. He had no idea what would be a cool costume. For, this was his final truth, he thought. A good costume could mean success, but a stupid costume could mean the end of whatever he hoped could be with Ireena. He couldn’t be anything too obscure. But he couldn’t be anything too clichéd. He figured if he got together with Luther on this, they could do a combination thing, and thus they could be absolved. Once, Rory had been at a Halloween party where one of the participants was dressed up in a jacket and tie. Rory had asked him what he was going as, and the participant said, “Myself, a hundred years from now.”