Room 311 [evening]
Sometimes, it occurred to Kaylee that she was no good at most girlie-type things.
Which was why Sunday evening found her not with a wrench in her hand, but a makeup brush. She had a copy of Seventeen before her, and a few small pots -- blush, eyeshadow, shiny lip stuff!! -- before, and she was painstakingly rubbing the makeup onto her face.
It was going...about as well as anyone would imagine.
"This looked lots less whorey in the container," she mused, frowning a little at the circle of blush she'd rubbed on her cheek.
[I'm bored, can you tell? open!]
Which was why Sunday evening found her not with a wrench in her hand, but a makeup brush. She had a copy of Seventeen before her, and a few small pots -- blush, eyeshadow, shiny lip stuff!! -- before, and she was painstakingly rubbing the makeup onto her face.
It was going...about as well as anyone would imagine.
"This looked lots less whorey in the container," she mused, frowning a little at the circle of blush she'd rubbed on her cheek.
[I'm bored, can you tell? open!]