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"That's the idea," Christopher said, knocking back the shot of tequila Ashley placed in front of him. "It's why most of my stage looks are so extreme. The contacts, too. The more artificial I look when I'm on stage, the more real I feel when I'm off it." He placed the shot glass back on the bar and burped. "Are you almost ready to go?" he asked Ashley. "I feel like a sundae. Tell me you want a sundae."
"I want a sundae," she agreed. "We're pretty much ready to go. Same time tomorrow?" she asked Darren.
"Yeah," he said, picking up Christopher's glass. "Let me just wash this one real quick." Something on the side caught his eye, and he held the glass up to the light for a better look. "Huh," he said. "It's really smudged."
"I must not have gotten all of my makeup off," Christopher said, his voice suddenly higher in pitch. "It's so impossible."
"I'm sure," Darren said, running a thumb over the flat, pink color that wasn't anything like the silver glitter shining on Izzy's lips earlier in the evening.
"Let me show you where the soap is," Ashley said, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the kitchen around the corner.
"Ashley," Darren protested. "I know where the kitchen is. What are we-"
"Lipstick," she said without preamble. "He always wears it, but he doesn't want people to notice."
"He's wearing lipstick?" Darren asked. "On purpose?"
"No, Sherlock, on accident. He tripped and his lips landed on a tube of Clinique." Ashley shrugged. "Where's your name?"
Darren took a second to catch on. "Here," he finally said, raising the sleeve of his t-shirt to reveal the name Chris in tall letters that formed the shape of a heart, the tail end of the S trailing beneath with a flourish. "I know, I know; heart on my sleeve. I've heard all the jokes before."
"You, me, our names might be kind of lame and cliché," Ashley said, pointing to the name Declan that sat at the base of her neck in tiny type. "His is a little more than that." She stared at Darren, giving him a shove when he was slow to catch on. "It's on his lip, idiot."
Darren frowned. "His lip? I've never heard of anyone having it on their face before. That's…"
"Unfortunate?"
"I was going to say weird, but yeah, that too."
"True," Ashley said, taking the glass from him and tossing it into the nearby trashcan. "One glass won't kill us, but he might if I keep him waiting any longer. He's had his heart broken again. I can read the signs by now."
"Again?" Darren asked. "Does it happen often?"
"Like you wouldn't believe," she said, grabbing his wrist and dragging him behind her.
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