The Make-Up Artist: Part 2

Chapter Twenty Six: Blue Jean Baby

The party is in full swing as you make your rounds amongst the celebrities, big-wigs and superstars. Taron hardly ever leaves your side as you approach group after group, joining in on their conversations already in progress as if it's the most normal thing in the world. They always accept him in with open arms and genuine smiles. Once again you are in awe of this man and his ability to make friends wherever he goes, and it warms your heart to see him interact with everyone so authentically.

The long narrow rooftop is intersected with a pool that runs the length of it, and inviting billowy chairs that surround flaming fire pits flank the pool on either side. The entire space is lit with soft golden lights strung on various trees along the perimeter, and that accompanied with the glowing fires give the party a magical atmosphere. After you've made your way around the entire length of the sparkling pool, Taron directs you to an empty fire pit surrounded by four of the comfy looking chairs. They are a most welcome sight after walking around the concrete slab in these ridiculous heels for almost an hour. Moments after you're seated, a waiter appears with a tray that holds a delicious looking assortment of various items to make s'mores. Of course these aren't just your typical boring Hershey's and graham crackers. They look positively gourmet with a selection of fine Belgium chocolates, graham crackers with a fancy name printed across them and huge square marshmallows. They are accompanied by silver skewers for roasting the marshmallows, and you are excited by the prospect of the yummy treat. A second waiter appears minutes later with an offering of more of the sweet bubbly champagne which you both take graciously.

"I could get used to this", you exclaim excitedly as you grab a skewer and select one of the fluffy marshmallows.

"Good", Taron replies with a twinkle in his eye as he takes his own stick. "Though I never did understand America's obsession with melted marshmallows, chocolate and biscuits", he says, cocking an eyebrow as he watches you stab your marshmallow with the skewer.

"You mean s'mores?" You ask, giggling at him.

"Yes, exactly", he responds as he stabs his own marshmallow. You simply shake your head at him as you lower your skewer toward the fire and watch as he repeats your action. You are busy concentrating on getting the perfect level of burntness on your marshmallow when you hear a familiar deep drawl above you.

"Hello there." Turning, you see Richard flashing his perfect teeth at you both. Although you've talked to Richard nearly every day, you haven't seen him since the Rocketman Premier, so you hope it's not too awkward when you pop up quickly to fold him into a hug.

"Richard! It's so good to see you!" You exclaim into his shoulder, then pull back to look at him.

"You too kid. Everything is...good I see?" He asks as he looks from you to Taron and then back to you again.

"Everything's great mate", Taron answers with a wide grin. "Will you join us?" Richard looks as though he's surveying the situation, presumably making sure that he's not imposing, then relaxes and moves to sit down.

"Love to", he says as he sits opposite you and Taron. "What's all this?" He asks, gesturing toward the enormous pile of sweets.

"S'mores!" You declare a little too enthusiastically. Richard chuckles, then picks up a skewer and follows suit.

After you've all successfully built and devoured the sticky scrumptious snacks, interspersed with polite small talk, you lean back in your chair and address the two men.

"Ok, so I think the three of us need to have a discussion." You watch as both their faces fall, assuming they have no idea of what you mean exactly.

"About what love?" Taron asks innocently.