Loft above Luke's, Tuesday morning

[lovemykilt]

". . . the hell?"

Priestly, fresh from the shower, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, peered bleary-eyed into the medicine cabinet like it might do something exciting.

Which around here meant with no small amount of quiet terror.

He pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit, then started carefully sifting through the rather full cabinet as though he was going to find a portal to another world -- you never knew around here -- but found nothing but the usual back wall.

And no hair dye.

None.

"I know I had at least a bottle of blue gel," he grumbled, sifting harder, then starting pulling stuff out. When that didn't turn anything up, he checked under the sink. Then behind the toilet. Then in the linen closet. He even went so far as to go out into the kitchen and check the fridge.

"Dean!" he bellowed. He had no idea if Dean was even home. "Did you throw out all my dye?!"

He as pretty sure that wasn't the case, but look, his hair was going to have to be natural colored today, and he needed someone to blame, okay?

[ooc: and thus begins Priestly's make-over. Open to anyone with a reason to show up.]

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[lovemykilt]

"Sometimes it's hard to find the good stuff," Priestly said, just a touch petulantly. "It's not like I can just walk down to the Quick Stop and pick up lime green gel."

Not like your terrible beer, Dean.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Maybe this is fate telling you to stop with the blue dye."

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Priestly had been trying not to think about that. "Why the hell should fate care what color my hair is?"

Because you're an adult now, Priestly. And honestly, that shit costs a lot of money. Especially when you're buying it in gallons.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Because it's not a color that happens in nature on a person?" Unless they're an alien. Or magical. Are you magical, Priestly?

[lovemykilt]

He was metaphorically magical, okay?

"Well that's super judgey." Really, Priestly, you say that like you're at all surprised.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sounds about right." WELCOME TO ADULTHOOD, MAN.

[lovemykilt]

ADULTHOOD SUCKED.

"Maybe I can use kool-aid."

PRIESTLY, NO.

". . . Do we have any kool-aid?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Oh, this I gotta see." DEAN WAS A TERRIBLE ENABLER.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly started pulling apart the cabinets. He sure as hell had never bought any kool-aid, but Dean was a food heathen, so maybe he'd stocked up on some?

He turned up an old box of food coloring and held it up thoughtfully. "I bet I could find something on Pinterest."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Hold on, let me get my phone to film this shit," Dean said, rudely interrupting Stevesies' nap to get to one of his cells. "It's gonna be hilarious."

He was going to send it to Bobby, Priestly. Bobby was going to call you an idjit.

[lovemykilt]

That would probably mean more to Priestly if he'd ever actually met Bobby. "Ha!" Priestly crowed as he located a homemade hair dye recipe that looked good. "Can I borrow your conditioner?"

Because, you know, Priestly would totally be giving it back when he was done.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Hey now. Bobby's opinion was gold. Soon you will learn this, Priestly.

"Sure. Make sure to smile when you end up looking like a smurf, though."

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Priestly rolled his eyes. "I've been dying my own hair since I was fifteen, dude. I know how to do this."

The bathroom might look like he'd murdered a smurf, but he wasn't going to be turning his skin blue.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Shut up and be a smurf," Dean replied, bringing his phone up to film.

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Priestly stuck his tongue out at the camera as he gathered the ingredients together.

Basically, food coloring, plain conditioner, an old t-shirt, a stainless steel bowl, and latex gloves.

What, like you DIDN'T have latex gloves just lying around?

". . . Damn, this looks like it might end up being pretty permanent."

That wasn't usually his style, you see.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Dean kept a healthy stock of rock salt, weapons, and holy water. Who was he to judge?

"What? You don't wanna be blue for the rest of your life?"

[lovemykilt]

"I might want to be green tomorrow," Priestly said. "Or orange." He pursed his lips, considering. "I should test it out, first."

He looked sidelong at Dean.

Because, you know, he was totally likely to volunteer for kitchen counter hair dye experimentation.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Don't even," Dean warned him. "I will nail you in the head with this phone."

Don't think he wouldn't. He had spares.

[lovemykilt]

"You're so violent." Priestly shook his head. "Come on, you know we look aweseome in blue. And aren't you due for a midlife crisis sometime soon?"

What with being all of, like, 30, and all.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

He had a muscle car and literally went to both heaven and hell. He had it covered.

"Nope. I'm teaching, that's enough of a crisis for me."

[lovemykilt]

"It could help you bond with your students."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Why would I do that?"

[lovemykilt]

". . . Seriously? So you can form a rapport? Reach the troubled youth?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Troubled youth? Do we have a lot of that here?" He could teach them how to repress!

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Priestly's one clear memory of teaching involved a dystopian alternate timeline. "Hey, I came here because I almost burned my parents' house down. Those kids aren't all private school pre-yuppies."