Spiderman took a defensive step backwards. "Who're you?" You unsheathed your claws, and gave a mischievous grin. "Why, I'm the friendly neighborhood alley cat." And with that, you jumped into the night leaving the spider with questions.
Okay, I'm g...
"Ugh, when did I get back last night?" I wondered. I shook my head and remembered I had the interview. "It's only 3:00 a.m.... I guess I'd still get ready." I thought. I kicked the blankets off, and 'gracefully' fell onto the floor. Lucky for me, I landed on all fours.
"Y/n... What the he..." Alice, your roommate yawned in the middle of her sentence. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"I have an interview at four. I gotta get ready." I mumbled. Alice's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Do you want me to do your hair?"
Alice was training for a government job just like I was. Her mom was in the Navy and was murdered. Her father worked as an FBI agent but Alice wanted to go into NCIS to try and solve her mother's murder. That was if she got the job, and permission. If Alice lost the job, she wanted to do hair and makeup (cosmetics). She was a literal artist. (Here's an example of a transformation job.)
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"Sure, why not." I shrugged.
"Alright... I think you should probably wash your face and brush your teeth and hair. I'll bring out makeup palettes and such." She waved me off, and I did as I was told. After my morning breath had been defeated, and the battle with my hair had been won I sat on the desk stool as Alice looked at two outfits. One was a cropped cream colored sweater, and a short black skirt. The other outfit was a black dress.
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"I think you should wear the one with the sweater. The black dress is a little too formal." Alice murmured.
"Do you have any makeup that'll compliment the sweater?" I asked sarcastically. Alice stuck out her tongue in a playful manner.
"Of course I do, dummy." She joked. I sat on the stool as she applied concealer, then foundation. After that she picked the nude palette. "If you wore the black dress you could wear darker colors..." She muttered to herself. She applied the eyeshadow, then went on to eyeliner. Liquid eyeliner. I sat still and closed my eyes. After what seemed like half an hour, she told me to open them. She handed me the tube of mascara, and I applied it. "You can apply the lipstick." She added. (Which was also nude.)
