Oh Yes
The Pièce De Résistance was the pump she had hidden away in her hand, and when she squeezed it, fake blood shot out of the neck wound, showering those around her.
“Ah, nothing.” Josephine smiled. “Great party, eh? What are you supposed to be again?”
“I’m a rampant rabbit!” Steve beamed, flashing his nipple tassels and pointing to his bunny ears.
“Oh god.” Josephine said in despair. “And it’s not even Easter…”
Steve moved to the side of her, raising his smartphone in the air to take a photo. As he took the picture, Josephine squeezed the pump, showering him with fake blood.