well_formed (well_formed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-10-07 23:57:00 |
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The Hair Must Go On
Who: Natasha and Maedhros
What: Discussion of hair and clubs and more fodder for the tabloids
When: I have no idea. this week, it seems.
Where: A department store
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for amusing imagery.
Okay, so it felt a little stupid, especially because it wasn’t an item that he strictly NEEDED for every day use, but there Maedhros was anyway, in some department store or other, checking out the flat irons for his hair.
No, really. The last one had broken this morning, and he had hosting duties at the club tonight, so he’d have to make a choice before he got down there. But some of this seemed a little too crazy, even for him, and he felt embarrassingly gay here, even though he was dressed in a perfectly normal black t shirt and jeans. Must have been the fact that everything he looked at was pink.
“Oh come ON.” he muttered, scowling at the specs on a box. “Not even ceramic plate?” At this price? “I hate this store.” He added, shaking his head before whipping out his phone to send Fingon the specs and see what he thought.
The next iron in the display was glittery. Glitter. “There’s gotta be a normal iron somewhere, right?” He asked nobody in particular, sighing.
Natasha wasn't looking for a curling iron, but she did need a few things. Bandages, needles, several types of first aid kits. She also had some bungie cord in her basket. She cut through the health and beauty section, and saw a slim young woman looking through the hair curlers.
"Excuse me, miss?" Natasha said, as she approached from behind, "I wouldn't recommend that one. With that gorgeous hair you'll want the one over here."
“It’s the hair, isn’t it?” Maedhros asked, turning around, already laughing, because hey, this happened a lot. Of course, those times he actually made the attempt to do drag properly, it NEVER worked, really. Life was cruel and ironic. Or something. And then hey, he actually knew her face. “Oh wow.” Was all he said for a second. “Not to go all obnoxious fanboy, but you’re the Widow. I love Orange County.”
"Oh! Oh chyort!" Tasha exclaimed, smacking her palm against her face, "I am so sorry. So so sorry. This is a wonderful first impression, da?"
The man was handsome though. It was a lot harder to mix up his gender from up front, and close. Her face coloring, she said, "You get that often?"
“Never when I’m trying.” Maedhros said, and pouted the tiniest bit. “But yeah, when I have the hair out and down. It’s not a big thing.” He assured her. “Well, unless it’s someone creepy. But really. I co own a unicorn themed nightclub. It’s not like I can say I fit the gender binary...whatever that’s called.”
Oh? OH! Natasha nodded her head, phased for just a second before deciding it really wasn't her business, "A unicorn themed nightclub? I can't say I've ever heard of something like that. What does that entail?"
She had visions of scantily clad men and women walking around in hoof shoes with tails and horns on their foreheads.
That? Had been opening weekend, and it had been a hugely popular success, all things considered. Well, okay, the tails hadn’t happened because that smacked too much of certain subcultures that nobody wanted to think about. But other than that.
“Let’s see...a lot of blender drinks, rainbows, horrible eighties theme nights.” Maedhros shook his head, grinning. “Being gayer than I actually AM on any given night because of my awesome stage presence.” Sometimes he wondered about his life, that he’d gotten to THIS point. “Sadly, that last one also means my hair has to be amazing and my flat iron broke.” He ruefuly glanced at the selection. “And these things are an affront to my dignity, I think.” He added, starring at a pink leopard print one. “Aren’t these embarassing even for the usual tweenage target audience? I mean...” he just sighed, then starred at one that apparently played Bieber music when you used it. Just...what?
Maybe Fingon’s parents had been onto something with their unsaturated by popular culture child raising bubble. Maybe.
Natasha had run across a lot of interesting subcultures working it as a spy in her dreams, but horse and pony shows hadn't been one of them, "That sounds like a lot of fun, actually.
Natasha reached over and plucked one off the shelf. It had been hidden behind one that looked like it belonged on in a surrealist painting. She held it out, "No music, no strange prints on it. My girls on set use one a lot like this for Sansa and I. I think it can handle your fabulous hair."
“Ooh hey, the fabulous redheads.” Maedhros grinned at her. “Sounds like a recommendation I’ll take into HIGH consideration.” After all, considering how she always looked on camera, and the shininess of the hair... Yeah. Fingon was probably going to love him if he came back with this one and used it.
“And yeah, Always is a blast. We have a confetti blaster and everything and sometimes the themes are even special. Costume contests this month mostly. It’s hilarious. We don’t exactly have a separate VIP thing but if you ever did want to swing by, we’d love to see you, and maybe someone special? No cover charge, of course.”
Sexing up one's hair was even better when you had someone to sex it up for. Natasha flashed him her most winning smile, "That would be lovely. I never really cared for special VIP things, though I'll take advantage of it."
She knew how to work a VIP room, or a classy scene, or any number of scenes. They weren't always the most fun, "If I can figure out my love life, I'll bring someone special."
“Or pick up somebody there.” Maedhros suggested, batting his eyes. “Okay, so it’s a lot of gay men but we get the hetero variety and some women coming in too. Depending on the theme nights and all. But you know, you could always wind up meeting your special person there if not.” Romance blooming at Always? The prospect was kind of too cute to not want to think about. In loving detail later on. But he wasn’t going to do that right now.
Really.
Natasha pursed her lips, thoughtfully, and joked, "Gay men would only be a problem if I wanted to have something happen after the date. The other two though..." She gave him a wink, "That's our little secret, da?"
“I’ll keep my eye out then.” Maedhros smirked, grinning at her. “Not that I’m going to tell anybody else but, you know. Just in case.”
"I'm still adjusting to that one myself. I was certifiably straight most of my life. I might just have a thing for other redheads," Natasha joked.
“Ooh.” Maedhros said, nodding. “It does seem to be really popular these days. Better than when they were all about kicking us on the playground though, right?”
"I didn't have that problem in Russia," she replied, grinning charmingly. "And by the time I came to the states I could kick any of the bully's butts. Russian ballet school. Very hard core."
“Ooh very nice.” Maedhros nodded approvingly. “Bully asskicking is always the best. Six little brothers.” He explained. “Sometimes you had to just go out and punch people who made them cry. ...Or punch some of THEM, depending.”
"They're little brothers. I suspect there was plenty of times you had to be the stern big brother. They probably love and hate you for that."
“Or the jerky one.” Maedhros eyedarted. “Okay, so I wasn’t the one who was any good at it, and I’m pretty sure the middle three all hate me but...” He shrugged. “Sometimes Celegorm needed to get punched.”
Natasha laughed, "That is the job of the big brother, da? To take all the gruff. But also do the protecting. I wish I had had a brother. Or any sibling, really."
“It was definitely more worth it than not.” Maedhros smiled. Well, okay, when it came to Maglor and the twins and Caranthir. The other two, well, okay, they were just not nice people, but he probably wouldn’t have traded them in. “Still, on the other hand, you seem mostly sane. That could be why.”
"I'm an actress, we're anything but sane my friend. We're quite nuts to do this job day in and day out." Natasha replied, her smile mischievious, "We have very little privacy. You will probably be all over the papers tomorrow."
“Oh probably.” Maedhros laughed. “Given the whole...gingers thing with you. Which one of them do you think I’ll get pegged as?” he smirked a little. “Or am I someone totally new to them? If there’s a clipping I’ll have to hang it up.” Fingon would think that was hilarious.
"Either my new girl toy or my new boy toy. It really depends on what angle they get you, da?" Natasha grinned at him, "Your hair is too long for anyone I've been pegged with so far."
“Ooh. Something NEW.” Maedhros eyedarted. “Could be hilarious.” Okay, it was really heading that way. “Something to tease my boyfriend with. I think I like that.” Considering he might need to “reassure” Fingon and all.
"Make him a bit worried you might have competition on the side? Or you're just so good you snagged yourself an actress while out shopping for hair products?"
Maedhros eyedarted a little. “Could be either of those, depending. Or I have a better hair product advisor now.” He joked. “You know, those little things that get people all anxious. It’d be cute.” Or the ‘I know a celebrity now’ angle. Never mind there were places in Italy where he couldn’t wear denim.
Natasha grinned, "Why don't you go home and reassure him that you're not suddenly interested in the first pretty actress to come along."
“I should do that.” Maedhros grinned. “At least not for more than the haircare and other ginger person tips. I mean, those are understandable, right? And solidarity so no one kicks us.”
"Da," She replied, her grin still on her face. It was a natural sort of grin. She enjoyed talking to her more sane and rational fans. And fellow red heads.
"Ginger solidarity."
“Maybe we should come up with a theme song.” Maedhros suggested. “I’ll see what I can figure out as far as that goes and get back to you. “Eye of the ginger?” Hah. But it could be SOMETHING anyway.
“Send me a message on the ‘Net sometime..” She hesitated, then laughed, “I don’t think I got your name.”
“Maedhros. Mae.” Maedhros held out a hand to offer her, since probably he should have done that sooner. “I’m definitely around there, so I’ll be sure to.”
“My pleasure,” Natasha said, taking her hand and shaking it. “I look forward to seeing your club.”
“Then we’ll see you soon.” Maedhros smirked, imagining what that could end up like. “Maybe we can even throw in some fun time with the blender. ...Which sounds a lot filthier than I meant. And much more painful. “ Anyway. “I probably should get out of here with this.” he nodded to the iron. “If I want to make it before opening up tonight.”
“The hair must go on!”