Replacement (open)
Well there was no help for it. None at all. Rosmerta had checked every single bathroom drawer and gone through her make-up case three times. Her eyeliner was missing. Now, she could have misplaced it, certainly, but she was more inclined to believe that her almost-husband had actually taken it. No matter what his text said. Which meant that even if it mysteriously showed up in the next day or two, she couldn't use it again. It had been used on Loki, and Rosmerta had no idea where he'd been, but she'd heard rumors. A lot of rumors.
So there was nothing to do but tear herself away from the adorable little puffy Shiba Inu puppies in San Francisco on the webcam that was her homepage these days, and go shopping. For cosmetics. Rosmerta seriously hated the cosmetics department. It was full of shiny, plastic women with fake, plastic smiles and enthusiastically fake banter. There was nothing puffy, fluffy or adorable in the cosmetics department. Not even the make-up brushes; they lost their cuteness the minute she looked at the price.
Because there was no way she was bargain basement shopping for cosmetics at a drug store or, perish the thought, a big box store. She didn't need much in the way of make-up, she was a goddess after all, but what she did have, she demanded be top notch. Which meant going to one of the higher class boutiques or a specialty cosmetics store. At least she wouldn't have to repeat the nightmare scenario that played out one year near the holidays when she was forced to pick up some blush at the mall. Rosmerta still had flashbacks to getting spritzed by the perfume ninja they'd stationed at the bottom of the escalator. It was not the ninja's fault, that was the job they'd tasked her with, but the company had very poor sales that Christmas for some odd reason none of their accountants could pinpoint.
Rosmerta checked her appearance in the hall mirror, tucked in a stray strand of hair, then headed for the front door. With her hand on the handle, however, she paused. Really, she ought to find a way to make Mercury pay for this, since it was all his fault. Could she steal a credit card? Would that be too much? Or could she just get the eyeliner herself and write off the expense? For a moment, she bit her lip as she considered. Then with a small nod and a grin, she headed off to her destination.