(( for his part, Vegas is still and quiet, letting Tay focus on the task at hand. He turns his head whichever way Tay guides it without any fight or complaint. In this case, Tay was the expert and Vegas knows a little something about deferring to people with expertise. ))
(( Vegas agrees about Kinn. But he gets it, to a degree. Without the trappings of their usual roles at home and Porsche being absent, he's sure Kinn's struggling to find his way. Vegas knows he would be if Pete were't here. ))
(( Vegas would be lying if he wasn't curious what Tay had planned. He's always been good at catching one's eye and just as good at making others look absolutely delectable. So, he takes a minute to unbutton his shirt and pull the knit v-neck over his head. ))
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Do you trust me not to pick a fight at an event like that?
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Sweetheart, I don’t trust you not to pick a fight when you’re alone and sedated.
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Alright, hold still. I don’t care if I poke you in the eye but this liner is too expensive to smudge.
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As he slowly tilts Vegas’ head one way and then the other to assess his work, he nods and a soft grin spreads on his lips.]
Perfect. And just so you know this is waterproof in case you start weeping over how in love you are with Pete.
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Shut up, asshole.
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You really have beautiful skin, Vegas. It's a lovely shade and it's going to make these colors pop.
[As he picks out which lip color Vegas should use, he pauses.]
I need your help with something. I know Kinn isn't going to want to lighten up and have fun, but we need to make him. It'll do him a world of good.
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(( Vegas agrees about Kinn. But he gets it, to a degree. Without the trappings of their usual roles at home and Porsche being absent, he's sure Kinn's struggling to find his way. Vegas knows he would be if Pete were't here. ))
He needs a distraction.
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[He leans back and nods at shade he paints on Vegas' lips. Yep! Just the right one.]
Okay, now we're doing something with your hair.
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What's wrong with my hair?
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[He goes and plugs in the old-fashioned curling iron.]
Change into your shirt so there's no chance we'll mess up your hair afterward.
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(( Vegas would be lying if he wasn't curious what Tay had planned. He's always been good at catching one's eye and just as good at making others look absolutely delectable.
So, he takes a minute to unbutton his shirt and pull the knit v-neck over his head. ))