Thread: Foundation for a Dragon WHO: Barclay and Ashton WHEN: Thursday the 5th of July WHERE: Macy & Milano, the local beauty salon/drug store
Barclay didn't have sisters and a mother who kept this kind of stuff far away from her sons, so this kind of store was odd to him. There was a lot of pink, a lot of purple, and lot of mirroring surfaces. A temple of vanity. They were equal opportunity, though: there was a section of the store, decked out in ocean blues rather than pinks and purples, which was obviously meant for men's grooming. Unfortunately, the foundation/blush (Barclay was a little unsure which was which) wasn't in the men's section.
Macy, the shop owner, was an impossibly loud woman, both in voice and in her style of dress. She had big hair and the kind of make-up that was expertly applied, yet far too colorful. She nails that clicked on the register, and she had the kind of nasal laugh that clicked down your spine. Fortunately, there were other shopgirls too. One was small, perky and had a big rack, and Barclay was actually being nice to her. He had no idea if she believed the model story, but whatever. She wasn't giggling.
He had pulled Ashton to a make-up display, where there were way too many samples of blush and foundation. "Let's see," he said, picking out a sample. "How's this?" He held it close to Ashton's neck, frowned and put it back. "A little darker..."