Roof, Saturday Afternoon

[life_inshadow]

America's Next Top Model Tara Maclay -- in lingerie, full makeup, and tottering heels -- was posing along the edge of the roof.

It was cold on the roof, and a little high up, but that was okay. This was for art, or at least a Cover Girl contract. Tara smized and tooched her booty just that little bit more. She was not going to be the contestant

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[abitlowkey]

Well, there was someone who was even more niche market than her. A god who inexplicably woke up as a woman this morning because he was destined to model.

"Hey," he---she said upon arriving in the model penthouse. AKA: the roof.

[life_inshadow]

"Hi," Tara flirted. "Did you finish your shoot yet? Mr. Jay is so intense."

Or Tara was easily confused. Possibly both.

[abitlowkey]

"He kept making these faces at me," Loki replied, biting her perfectly made up lip as she looked away. "I'm going to be cut for sure."

[life_inshadow]

"You will not," Tara assured her, reaching to put a hand on Loki's shoulder. "You're way prettier than half the girls here. You totally have the high fashion look."

[abitlowkey]

"Do you really think so?" she asked, sniffling in a pretty way somehow.

[life_inshadow]

"I know so, honey," Tara said firmly. "And you have to know it too. You don't want to get, y'know, called out at panel for not being confident."

[abitlowkey]

"Oh, Tara!" Loki hugged her for all her all her support. "You're the best."

[life_inshadow]

Tara hugged Loki back and did not even cop a feel. "Just remember I'm in your corner."

At least, until Loki felt too much like competition.

[abitlowkey]

And they had a blow out fight as soon as they went overseas, but made up right before the finale.

"I'm so glad I made friends here."

Flash to Loki in the confessional.

"I'm not here to make friends."

[wesleynotponcy]

"Loki, dollface!" Wes called, sauntering his way over across the roof. It was difficult in the platform shoes, but he was managing. "Oh, honey, oh, sweetie, no, your hair. Oh, sweetie."

[abitlowkey]

"But they gave me this haircut to make me more high fashion!" That's also why she had no eyebrows. Or something.

[wesleynotponcy]

"Oh, sweetie, no," Wes chided the poor dumb model, shaking his head. "Here. Take a seat. Tell me all your problems. Oh, honey."

[abitlowkey]

"They shaved my eyebrooooooows," Loki cried, sobbing like any girl should on make over day.

[wesleynotponcy]

"Loki! You have to stand up for yourself, girl!" Wes exclaimed. "You can't just let people walk all over you like this! You get to walk on the runway. You hear?"

[abitlowkey]

"But I want to be America's Next Top Model!"

[wesleynotponcy]

"Exactly!" Wesley screeched. "You need confidence! You need to work it!" He held up a sassy hand. "Come on. Strut for me."