Re: Brad, Lane, Rhiannon and Open - Stools
"Oh, I tell things I'm going to kill them all the time," Rhiannon said. "And then I do." She grinned and gently took the tube from Lane's hand to inspect it. "What is this...?" A long time ago, the manufacturers of cosmetics had made the applicators themselves look like works of art, or at least gorgeous accessories, and this was one such example. It looked as though it belonged in an estate sale, except with make-up still inside it. "Did I ever tell you you're my favorite kind of dealer?" The specifics and price were all things she wanted to know, because Lane wouldn't bother with regular lipstick.
She held it between her thumb and index finger and looked at Brad. "Has he started doing this to you yet? Waving one of a kind objects in your face?"