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afabulouskilljoy) wrote2017-05-15 10:59 am
afabulouskilljoy) wrote2017-05-15 10:59 am
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If you only knew the bad things I like
Poison looks at himself in the mirror, carefully touching up his makeup. Most of it is waterproof, smudge-proof, because he's really not sure what they're getting up to tonight. Jack just suggested that he get femme'd up so they could go out, so he did.
Dark lips tonight, smokey eyes, a tank top and a short skirt. He'll probably wear his boots because running around town in heels will probably kill him - he's still practicing in those. They look fucking amazing, though, he'll admit that.
"Hey Jack! I'm ready baby. Are we taking your car or walking or what?" he asks as he comes out of the bathroom. The skirt barely covers his ass, it'd take almost nothing to flip it up. He grabs his jacket, figuring he'll just check it or leave it in the car if they take one.
Dark lips tonight, smokey eyes, a tank top and a short skirt. He'll probably wear his boots because running around town in heels will probably kill him - he's still practicing in those. They look fucking amazing, though, he'll admit that.
"Hey Jack! I'm ready baby. Are we taking your car or walking or what?" he asks as he comes out of the bathroom. The skirt barely covers his ass, it'd take almost nothing to flip it up. He grabs his jacket, figuring he'll just check it or leave it in the car if they take one.