Millard Fillmore bathroom, Wednesday afternoon

[lovemykilt]

Priestly had his hair dye and make up spread out on the bathroom counter, a clean (though liberally dyed) towel ready, and a tiny pair of speakers hooked up to his mp3 player to blast some Ramones.

All he needed now was his latest victim Sam.

[ooc: for the victim]

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[likethegun]

"Dude, that sucks," Sam said, looking sympathetic. "I swear, people at school sucked so much sometimes before we got here. It's like a law."

[lovemykilt]

"I know, right?" Priestly pulled out another strand, working quickly. "But, yeah, after that . . . well, I figure this way I can weed out the assholes a lot faster, you know? People freak out 'cause I look different and they're not worth my time."

[likethegun]

"So, I passed the test?" Sam asked. "Even though I cling to the path of straight and narrow? Metaphorically speaking, at least."

[lovemykilt]

"What kind of hypocrite would I be if I went and judged you back, man? 'Sides, you're willing to experiment, given the right persuasion. There's hope for you yet." Priestly grinned as he finished off the last streak. "Right, so this stuff basically just needs to dry a bit. You can brush it and stuff, but you get it wet and it'll wash out. You wanna try the make up?"

[likethegun]

It took a second, but Sam smiled, and nodded. "Yeah, sure. I've come this far, right?"

[lovemykilt]

"Awesome!" Priestly grabbed a tube of black liquid eyeliner. "You wanna give it a whirl, or you want me to do it for ya?"

[likethegun]

"I'm assuming that doesn't go in my eye, and I think that's where it'll end up if I try it," Sam said nervously.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly laughed. "Man, it sucks balls when that happens. Right." Priestly gestured for Sam to turn around. "We'll do the bottom lid first, 'cause it's the hardest. It okay if I put my hand on your head?"

[likethegun]

"Yeah, that's fine," Sam said easily. "Whatever you need to do so you don't poke me in the eye either."

[lovemykilt]

"No eye poking. Got it." Priestly gently put his left palm on Sam's forehead, thumb dangling above Sam's right eye. "Look up at my thumb. It'll help keep your lid nice'n flat." And give Sam something to focus on other than the thing coming at his face.

[likethegun]

Sam did his best to relax and look where Priestly instructed. He had to admit, he was curious how this would all look in the end, enough so that he was willing to hold still and just let Priestly work.

[lovemykilt]

Eyeliner went a lot faster than hair dye did, and Priestly finally pulled back and cocked his head, studying the effect.

"Dude. Awesome."

[likethegun]

"How does it look? Is it okay? Do I look like a girl?" Sam asked.

[lovemykilt]

"I just said it was awesome, didn't I?" Priestly shook his head and hopped down from the counter. "Have a look for yourself, man."

[likethegun]

Sam looked in the mirror, and broke into a grin. He definitely looked different, but it was a surprisingly good different. "Oh, wow. That's so cool."

[lovemykilt]

"See, man? Would I lead ya wrong?"

[likethegun]

"Okay, okay, my faith is strong now," Sam said, laughing.

[lovemykilt]

"So you gonna go show it off?"

[likethegun]

"Oh yeah, Dean has to see this. I may have to get my camera first," Sam said, before grinning at Priestly. "Thank you, seriously."

[lovemykilt]

"No problem, man. I love shaking up people's paradigms."