I almost choke on my beer when I spot Zach’s boyfriend, Carter, dancing with Elliot. Carter’s dressed in a tight white dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, a pair of white Air Jordans, and a Princess Leia wig. Zach stands to the side in a Han Solo costume, watching his boyfriend dance to a remix of ABBA’s “Gimme Gimme Gimme” with a loved-up smile on his face. “Dude! You came as Bandit!” Elliot hoots after he’s finished dancing, tapping his cup against mine. “I fucking love Bluey.” “Thank you!” I say, casting a glare at Peyton. “I’m glad someone appreciates my effort.”
