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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[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."