Men's Bathrooms (M01-M40)
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With the door closed, Grell let out a sigh of relief and quickly pulled his hair free of the obnoxious tie the nurse insisted he use. His hair fanned out behind him and he smiled. That was more like it. After giving the bathroom a quick scan - and good Lord it could do with a cleaning - he checked that there were no peeping toms anywhere and he went to the sink, dropping his pillowcase into the sink. He smiled when he heard the heels thunk on the porcelain with a satisfying weight.
Opening the bag, he pulled out his uniform and hung the red jacket on the edge of the mirror as carefully as he could. No sense in getting that thing dirty after the Madam had been so kind as to give it to him. He made quick work of changing, glad to see that neither his hand nor his ankle were giving him any particular trouble this evening. Once he was dressed, he left his gloves off and closed his eyes, summoning up his powers to see better in the dark. Soon enough, he could feel them kick in, along with that headache. Putting a hand to his head, he silently cursed Martin Landel and hoped that someone up there was actually listening for once.
The final touch to make him feel a bit more like himself, came with the application of his fake eyelashes and the little bit of lip rouge, just enough to make his lips stand out a bit better in the dark. That done, he slipped his makeup and his patient uniform into his pillowcase and then pulled the jacket on. Tossing the rounded lenses into the pillowcase on top of his clothes, he slipped his red pair on and pulled his hair out over the chain. The sound of the beads clicking against his collar was more than just a little satisfying. Wally would certainly be impressed. And if he wasn't?
The familiar weight of his scalpels rested against his body and he patted them. If he wasn't, it would be a shame.
Tugging his gloves on, Grell gave himself a quick checkover in the mirror and blew a kiss to his reflection. "Knock them dead tonight, Grell," he said, half hoping the reflection would wink at him in return. Nothing of the sort came, however, and Grell headed out of the bathroom, the pillowcase slung over his shoulder.
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With the door closed, Grell let out a sigh of relief and quickly pulled his hair free of the obnoxious tie the nurse insisted he use. His hair fanned out behind him and he smiled. That was more like it. After giving the bathroom a quick scan - and good Lord it could do with a cleaning - he checked that there were no peeping toms anywhere and he went to the sink, dropping his pillowcase into the sink. He smiled when he heard the heels thunk on the porcelain with a satisfying weight.
Opening the bag, he pulled out his uniform and hung the red jacket on the edge of the mirror as carefully as he could. No sense in getting that thing dirty after the Madam had been so kind as to give it to him. He made quick work of changing, glad to see that neither his hand nor his ankle were giving him any particular trouble this evening. Once he was dressed, he left his gloves off and closed his eyes, summoning up his powers to see better in the dark. Soon enough, he could feel them kick in, along with that headache. Putting a hand to his head, he silently cursed Martin Landel and hoped that someone up there was actually listening for once.
The final touch to make him feel a bit more like himself, came with the application of his fake eyelashes and the little bit of lip rouge, just enough to make his lips stand out a bit better in the dark. That done, he slipped his makeup and his patient uniform into his pillowcase and then pulled the jacket on. Tossing the rounded lenses into the pillowcase on top of his clothes, he slipped his red pair on and pulled his hair out over the chain. The sound of the beads clicking against his collar was more than just a little satisfying. Wally would certainly be impressed. And if he wasn't?
The familiar weight of his scalpels rested against his body and he patted them. If he wasn't, it would be a shame.
Tugging his gloves on, Grell gave himself a quick checkover in the mirror and blew a kiss to his reflection. "Knock them dead tonight, Grell," he said, half hoping the reflection would wink at him in return. Nothing of the sort came, however, and Grell headed out of the bathroom, the pillowcase slung over his shoulder.
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