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Prom Night

Thing I wrote bc discussion about hcs. Requests would be appreciated rn!

“I'm still offended you didn't want me to do all of your makeup by myself.” Peggy willed her eyes not to twitch as Laf carefully applied her mascara. For some reason, they decided he would be perfect for helping her with everyone's prom makeup. She had to admit she was a bit salty, but Laf could do a mean contour.

John was already in his full face of makeup and navy blue tuxedo, critiquing himself in a nearby mirror. “Gil, are you sure it looks okay? What if it's too much and people start calling me names, or what if it smears and I walk around looking like an idiot all night. And how am I supposed to rub my eyes? “

“Peggy, go touch up John's lipstick and tell him how killer his wing is. John, I swear if you so much as touch your eye I will meet you in the pit, but I assure you, you look amazing. Who's next?”

“I've been waiting for the past twenty minutes, jackass, get over here.” Alex slumped into a seat as Laf pulled his little cart of beauty products over. “Peg already did my eyes, but she said you were better at lips and face. Make sure you don't use red, it'll clash with the green in my suit. “

“Excuse me, but I am the expert here,” Laf smirked, “and I'm sure the wait wasn't too torturous. You are surrounded by all your closest friends.”

“Laf, I need a touch up on my nails, and Peggy always makes the polish streaky.” Hercules held up his manicured hand, showing where the deep red polish had chipped.

“Okay, un moment Alex, wait here so I can do your contour.” Laf turned his attention to Herc, and Alex ran off to see what the girls were doing.

“Looking sharp, Lex,” Eliza remarked, her face done in natural makeup, which fit perfectly with her baby blue gown.

“Maria, I'm assuming you want red lipstick, because I have this really cute matte-”

“I want black,” Maria deadpanned, doing her own mascara, “I want my lips to be darker than the fishnets I'm wearing.”

“I love it when you're edgy,” Eliza said, giving a quick kiss to Maria's forehead and wiping the imprint of lips away before Peggy could notice.

“ALEX, MERDE, GET BACK OVER HERE, I HAVE NOT FINISHED YOUR CONTOUR!” Laf yelled from across the room, contour brush in hand.

“Fuck you, I already look flawless, I refuse to sit in that chair for one more second.” Alex continued to tap his foot, nervous energy building up.

“Contouring encourages European beauty standards anyways,” Angelica added, letting Maria finish her double wing as she tied the sash around her pink dress, “Alex, you look great. Knock ‘em dead.”

“Prom starts in fifteen minutes. Everyone ready?” Herc called, going outside to start his suv.

“Out in a moment,” Laf said before kissing John and Alex each on the cheek. “My loves, you both are beautiful. Now let's go out there and cut the haters with our wings!”

Bonus:

Laf received a call from John early the next morning. “Gil, what the fuck?”

“John, mon ange, what is wrong, why are you calling me at six in the morning?”

“There's black stuff all over my face and the water is just smearing it. What do I do?”

“Mon dieu, you did not take your makeup off last night as I told you?” Laf groaned into his pillow, wanting sleep.

“........ No?”

“Merde, do not worry, I will be over in a few minutes with makeup wipes, but you owe me coffee.”

“Aw, love you too.”

OK enjoy everyone!