She was certainly more enthusiastic about wearing fancy dress than he was.
The idea that they would arrive at the party together excited her. She had taken her cat costume into work that morning and she would get changed before she left. It was only a short walk through the office to the back of the building where her boyfriend would be waiting for her in a taxi. This way they wouldn’t have to go in public dressed in animal costumes. It would also ensure that they went in together. That was the plan.
However, he wasn’t there. After waiting a few minutes, and because his mobile phone wasn’t answering, out of desperation and annoyance she rang a friend, who agreed to come and pick her up and get her to the party. As she waited, she figured that he had probably changed his mind and couldn’t face telling her that he wouldn’t show. He’d never been keen on going anyway. This would be the last time they’d do anything together, that was for sure.
Although she only lived a short distance away, her lift hadn’t shown up after several minutes. She was now looking at the time and getting anxious. A few more minutes passed and her friend rang to say she was held up in a traffic jam. She said there were lights flashing and sirens going ahead of her. She said that a man that was walking back away from the scene told her that some idiot dressed as a chicken was flagging a taxi down when he got run over.