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Feb 28, 2006 22:50

Blaise comes into the bar from... wherever he was. As soon as he enters, his clothes are covered with glitter.

He stares down at them, then facepalms. "Bloody hell."

Good thing he's nowhere near a mirror. Otherwise he would notice the eye liner. And the lipstick.

Then he'd really be cursing up a storm.

suzie costello, mardi gras

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