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Poison tells Jack to give him a head start and the room key.
He realizes, part way through undressing, that he should have specified how long of a head start he needed, but he trusts Jack to take his time. Still, it doesn't take him long to wiggle into the little red sequined dress he found while pawing through the thrift store racks. The back is held together with just a few red strings. He has a pair of red boots he bought to go with them, but he'd forgotten them at home. So he makes due with thigh-high stockings that almost match the dress.
He checks his phone and darts into the bathroom, nearly taking himself out as he slides across the tiles. Right, stockings. It doesn't take him long to apply smokey black eyeliner and red matte lips. He's old hand at this by now, and he can't help but grin as he remembers the first time he nearly broke down Jack's door all femme and enraged.
Fuck, he loves that man.
He realizes, part way through undressing, that he should have specified how long of a head start he needed, but he trusts Jack to take his time. Still, it doesn't take him long to wiggle into the little red sequined dress he found while pawing through the thrift store racks. The back is held together with just a few red strings. He has a pair of red boots he bought to go with them, but he'd forgotten them at home. So he makes due with thigh-high stockings that almost match the dress.
He checks his phone and darts into the bathroom, nearly taking himself out as he slides across the tiles. Right, stockings. It doesn't take him long to apply smokey black eyeliner and red matte lips. He's old hand at this by now, and he can't help but grin as he remembers the first time he nearly broke down Jack's door all femme and enraged.
Fuck, he loves that man.
