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[vexen veritas hunt]

While his sister was oftentimes his best model, Vexen hated being rushed. Both twins were just as bad for planning nights out in the last minute, but with Pan he felt like he could try newer things, mix different colour combinations and practice some of the skills he was still new to. That was why he hated only having an hour to get himself and his sister ready. Yes, he could do a basic look in five minutes, but he wouldn’t be happy about it. He was creative, and personally disliked his own work to be without colour gradients and smooth blending. Vex knew it wasn’t a daily look for most people, but a night out was a chance to go wild. And he knew Pan would be his guinea pig without complaining too much. He knew there were friends of both his and his sister who would happily let him do their make-up; but too many of them would kick up a fuss if his work wasn’t perfectly identical to the photo from pinterest that they kept waving around at him. He struggled to make them understand that it would always look different because they were different to the original model. It could be that they had a different skin tone, facial structure, lips or eye shape – none of them ever wanted to hear it. Vex had decided that he didn’t have time for those people. They could do their own make-up and free up his time to get himself ready.

Vex enjoyed getting ready. He liked pairing different tops with different jeans and see which combination he was feeling best in. He liked to enjoy a hot shower and do his hair without being interrupted or rushed. There were few things Vex hated more than his name being called or someone dragging him away when he was doing something for himself. All he wanted was to put his music on and let it fill the room while he got ready. Many a teenage argument had come from his parents trying to get him for something menial when he was getting ready to go out with friends – hell, even just getting ready for school. Vex considered time to be a precious thing; he hated being rushed and he hated to be left waiting. He had no problem telling people that and leaving an arranged meeting point with nothing more than a short text to say he was getting on with the night.

He had done that to two of tonight’s party. He had promised to meet them at a Starbucks near the club, but twenty minutes after the time they promised to be there for, Vex was starting to look suspicious. Instead he told them to follow a crowd, or ask for directions. Then he slipped out the door – probably just as suspiciously - and made his own way to Casablanca. He was in at the door, flagging down Pan so he could get the drinks in. He wanted something strong after wasting a total of thirty minutes of his night out.
A guy at the bar jumped back as part of some - probably underwhelming - story that he was telling. In doing so, he knocked a girl who had been walking by. Vex didn’t like that, not one bit. Hey, man, watch the fuck out. This place is for appreciating the girls, not knowing them the hell over.” The guy half mumbled some apology over his shoulder before he was back to his story and his buddies. Vex shook his head, giving the middle finger to the guy’s back and checking to see if the girl was okay. Heels weren’t the most stable of things, after all. “You all good?”

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TAGGED! Aria Dorothea Murphy
WORDS! 627!
LYRICS! In Your Bones - - - Against The Current
NOTES!

[Aria Dorothea Murphy]

Aria had been working at Casablanca for about a year and was loving it. It surprised her that she enjoyed dressing up in the bordering on Drag makeup, colourful wigs, corsets, and frilly panties. She didn't even mind the fishnets or the braces though she could do without the high heels. She wasn't fond of them on a good day and preferred wedges when she wanted a bit of help in the height department. Thankfully she'd been taught to dance in the skyscraper heels otherwise she would have been relegated to the damn giant martini glass that was reserved for special events. She liked the anonymity of the whole thing. Much like dancers in a gentleman's club, they had stage names and if they wanted, wore costumes. For Aria, she didn't take her top off but she did walk around in the frilly lingerie so it was close enough. She didn't mind the looks or the flirting because no one knew who she was. At the club, she was a fantasy, she was whatever she needed to be and played the role well.

She walked into the employee entrance of the club sweet, little Aria Murphy, junior at NYU studying computer science, she walked onto the stage to do her solo routine as a naughty Alice, falling down the rabbit hole. When she'd been initially told about her routine, she'd wondered how it would work, how people would know what was happening but it had been a good routine and as it turned out, it had worked out beautifully. Aria moved through her usual makeup routine before her set, chatting and laughing with the other girls backstage. She was in a good mood and wanted to keep that level high before she went on stage. Aria always got a little nervous right before she jumped on stage but once out there, she was living for it. She moved through her routine seamlessly, taking a cheeky bow at the end of it before the curtains were drawn once again.

Needing a drink, she decided a quick change was needed to run out to the bar to get water. Normally, she kept one at her station but she'd forgotten to grab it beforehand and figured it would just be easier to pop out and get one from someone at the bar. She was minding her own business when someone at the bar telling some bullshit story hopped back, right into her. She had left the stupid high heels on and was thrown off balance, knocking the wind right from her lungs. She knew with one look, they'd be removed from the club. But she wasn't in any of her usual costumes, she was in the sparkly dress she kept in the back for these rare occasions. She glared at the guy at his pathetic excuse for an apology before turning the man who'd come to her rescue. "Thank you. I'm okay." She told him, pretty sure she was telling the truth. The fact of the matter was, she was probably going to have a bruise later from where he'd knocked into her. She would let the idiot slide for the time being but if he continued with the horseplay, he'd ben escorted out, along with his buddies. No one put up with that kind of shit in Casablanca.

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TAG; vexen veritas hunt
WORDS; 556
LYRICS; Even Angels Fall --Jessica Riddle
NOTES; <3