The shower wasn't nearly as long as I needed it to be. The hot water ran out, before my thoughts had somewhat washed away. Wonder why? Jimmy is such a shower hog. Quickly, I raced to the faucet shutting off the less than warm, low pressured water. Snapping the beige curtain open, I stepped out onto the grimy mat , that had seen more than enough patrons, outside of the narrow tub. I am completely nude, the warmth from the water fading fast, my eyes searching for the towels. Scarce, shouldn't hotels have tons of these stock piles in the room for the guest? I'm supposing the local hotel maid wasn't around often, or didn't care much for her job, considering there were only two towels to our room. I shuffled over to the door snatching the last unused white towel.
My body was damp dry within a few swipes of the towel, so I decided to go ahead with wrapping my hair up in it so that most of my time wouldn't be wasted with blow drying it. My hair is considerably thick, so on a good day it took an average of an hour in a half to completely dry, and straighten. Obviously, I didn't have as much time as usual to fool with it.
While waiting on the towel to soak up most of the water from my crimson hair, I began to "put on my face" as some women might say. I started with rimming my silver blue eyes with a thick coat of waterproof eyeliner. I then decided to thicken up the top lining with cheap but reliable drug store liquid eyeliner, also water proof. Okay, I admit I was preparing for tears to be shed. I mean, I had only dreamed of this day happening for years. I KNEW I was going to cry due to the result of pure emotional shock. Who wouldn't if they had the chance to witness their favorite band play your favorite songs? Seeing your role models perform before you?
I then decided to dab fire engine red eye shadow around the eyeliner, just barely creeping out from it causing my bright eyes to pop. To finish up my look, I applied my deepest, darkest red of lipstick with a slab of gloss to make it shine slightly when the light happened to touch it.
At least thirty-five minutes had passed, yes my OCD had kicked into overdrive at the thought of my destination, and I figured it was time to toy with my tangled mess of red fury beneath the towel.
Slowly, I unwrapped the towel to prevent pulling my hair from its roots, my scalp being a bit sensitive. Like blood, the hair slowly flowed down past my shoulders in massive curls. It looked untamed and wild enough to be considered a masterpiece. I made a hasty decision on doing absolutely nothing to it, unlike usual. It just felt...sort of right to leave it alone. I smiled in the mirror at my reflection, quite pleased with the result.
It only took me a few moments to decided on my outfit. I plucked out the only skirt I had ever in my life owned, Jimmy was the one who convinced me to buy it only because it was "made for me", and an off the shoulder Misfits tee. The skirt was unusually punk, despite where I had come across it at least (strangely not HotTopic), a pitch black color with whitewash near the pockets. It was denim with a few tatters on the front. I pulled it on, it being more form fitting than I last remembered, and felt a draft I had never grown accustomed to since the spontaneous buy of the skirt. The shortness of it made me think twice before bending over in front of anyone.
I slipped the Misfits tee over my head, not worrying about messing up my hair as I usually did, and the shirt revealed my pale navel teasingly.
I wasn't feeling quite my usual self and bravely forgot to add a bra or panties to my sexual outfit. I felt beyond confident about my appearance, and the evening ahead or I wouldn't dare travel anywhere without my undergarments.
I slipped on my Vans to downgrade the outfit from slightly formal to absolutely normal. I checked myself out one last time in the mirror before I began my journey outside the bathroom. I winked with a slight smile at myself.
