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He rather hated fittings. They were usually uncomfortable, and consumed with needles and standing still and just....annoyance. And then, currently, he was also uncomfortable with the questioning look Phillip Durand was giving him as to the bruises that littered his torso. Luckily the man didn't actually comment on it, and the fitting went on without much worry. Even if it was utterly boring, and Phillip kept sniping at him to stand still. Christ, it was a body suit with fur on it, just why did it take so long?

"Darling, might I change back into my clothing now?" He asked leaning down to peek at Phillip. "Pretty please, darling? I don't want to embarrass myself with, well..you know. And you are right there, and just imagine how uncomfortable we'll both be."

He smiled gleefully as Phillip grumbled at him and waved him off. Skipping away from the man, he moved to find his clothing before he started trying untangle the costume and slip his own clothing back on, all the while singing softly to himself. If he was quick, he thought, he might catch up to Carlos before the man disappeared in the company of Tyler Kagan for the night- and five beers in.

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"Give my about ten minutes, My Love, and I should be your blank canvas." He said, leaning in to give Ollie a quick kiss on the cheek before he backed up and turned. Heading up to his apartment, he frowned as he closed the door behind him. He considered his options for a moment, biting his lip a little he ran through a list of possible outfits. He could make himself some hot-pants. But no- he did actually have something better. He'd worn it for a performance piece in an exhibition for the theatre troop.

He could modify it. get rid of the hat in favor of the wig. Not using the red top, and using glitter to help it. He should wax most of his body to get any random hairs, but that should all work. And he had heels to go with it.

Smirking, he grabbed the clothing and packed up a few other items before heading down to Ollie's apartment. Pushing into the door, he sighed dramatically. "Darling, you really have to tell me what you plan to wear. I think I might over dress if I'm not careful."

Ollie was standing in front of his closet staring a bit when Gael burst in, and he raised his eyebrows as Gael came down the hall to his bedroom. His apartment was a few steps above Gael's, though not what anyone would expect the son of Caleb Byrd - who'd given his only son both a Porsche and a yacht for his sixteenth birthday - to live in. The furniture was simple, and largely the sort that you brought home in boxes and assembled yourself.

"Well, love, it's not as if I could outshine you in my wildest dreams." Red silk shirt, apparently, though, he thought, pulling it out of the closet and tossing it on the bed. With....hm. "Silver or gold glitter, darling?" Because somehow he'd become the kind of man who'd acquired glitter coated denim in both shades, and somehow he expected that might be Gael's fault too.

"Isn't there a hat that goes with that?" He asked as Gael tossed his own outfit on his comforter. "And you realize you're nearly going to be as tall as Sanchez in those shoes?"

"Gold goes with red, love." He said as he pulled his shirt off after depositing his things on the bed. As for being as tall as Sanchez, Gael shrugged. It wasn't really his big concern for the night- though it would be fun to watch Sanchez's face when he saw them. "And yes, there was a hat, but I'm not playing the part of a drugged out, trans-nun. So, I left it at home. And if you ask nicely, I might even let you fuck me with the heels on." He smirked at that, biting his bottom lips for a moment before slipping into the bathroom and turning on the shower.

Gael shucked off the rest of his clothing, before checking himself off. In generally he kept his body hair trimmed and tamed- if only because he was admittedly a little vain.

Well, it was long enough to wax, and not too out of control. "Hey, you have the wax right? Because I think they'd object to me showing up naked asking for it." He said before turning to get in the shower.

"Metallics are neutrals, darling." But he still tosses the black jeans coated in gold glitter onto the bed before turning back to catch that smirk. "Oh, I have to ask nicely now?" He drawled, but it was nothing more than a tease.

"Wax is under the sink," he called out, though. "Right door. Oh, and you'd better close the door all the way. Banner's into hair removal." Mostly Banner was into Gael, and most other people he'd ever met in his life. But especially Gael.

Gael rolled his eyes a little as he showered quickly. He washed his hair before scrubbing down. A few minutes later he was out and drying off as he shut the door and tended to the business of removing hair from both his legs and nether regions. It stung, when he pulled, but it wasn't as bad as he thought it might be- though it did take him a good 15 minutes for his pubes alone. And then the legs was another 15.

"Hey," he said, poking his head out. "I am going to need you to check my back side. Also- should I wax the pits? I'm considering going just....completely hairless. That seems like a viable option." He said, smirking a little.

Ollie's dog beat his tail against the floor as Gael poked his head, giving the Heart a worshipful gaze, but Ollie just laughed as he fastened his glittery pants. "Sure, I've got you," he said, and twirled his finger indicating Gael should go back in the bathroom and let him in.

Banner stayed put, but only because of the look Ollie gave him. He might not use that squadron commander face on anyone but his dog these days but at least, he thought, it still worked. On a dog.

"You might as well go all out," he said as he slathered wax on the patches still left on Gael's back. "Besides, the lingerie's going to look better that way, as you aren't a psycho trans nun after all."

Banner would get to jump all over him soon enough, Gael thought as he winked at the dog. Not that the dog understood what a wink meant. And with Ollie's help, he finished peeling off the last of the hair on his body, before looking himself over in the mirror.

"I look hot, maybe I should just....always do this. Who needs pubes anyway." He wasn't entirely sure that the point of them was, other that to hide things. "Smooth as a baby's butt, as they say. I am definitely getting laid tonight. Come one, lets go. I need to get into my clothing before Banner looses his mind and can't hold it in anymore."

And then- they needed to do makeup, because those bruises across his abdomen seemed to glow brightly against his pale skin. Maybe he'd leave them visible, and just claim it was makeup for effect. Mm.

"Come on," he said, finally pushing out of the bathroom and turning to the dog to share some love before going to find his clothes. It was probably better to just not waste too much more time.

"Well, not you, darling. And you look absolutely edible." Almost tempting to not go out at all, but that would be a waste of good costume lingerie, Ollie thought.

And going out would probably be good for him - more than Gael. It was, after all, why he'd burst in with the suggestion in the first place. He knew his moods, and knew the ones it was best not to leave alone in the dark to wallow.

"Hardly anything stops you from getting laid," he said. "But I have to admit you're extra irresistible like this." He gave Gael a more than admiring look before he picked up his shirt and slipped into it, buttoning it most of if not all the way.

"I know," Gael said with amusement as he started to pull on his clothing. A waist cincher, and then a garter belt. He tucked himself back as he situated the underwear, trying to give himself as feminine a look as he could. Then the stockings- which too the most care to more put a run in them.

But after that he stood up right and did a little turn for Ollie's enjoyment. A bulky pearl necklace choker and very vivid red makeup later he was carefully putting on a blond wig.

"How do I look? I didn't go...over board did I> I feel I might over over done it."

Edited 2017-07-12 18:31 (UTC)

There were several reasons Gael was the Deck's premiere actor - and Ollie was fairly sure he would have done well in Hollywood eventually, too - but chief among them was that Gael? Knew exactly how to put on a show.

He grinned though. "You can only overdo it when doing Kesha. Her Majesty would accept nothing less." They definitely weren't taking the bike with Gael in that, though. Which was just as well, if Ollie was going to drink - he'd feel compelled at the end of the night to leave it at Mooseknuckle, and then he'd have to pick it up in the morning. "As it is, darling, she'd want to steal your whole look."

Gael had thought about it, really. He'd had several people around him while in school who had offered to act as his agent, or wanted to cast him in one thing or another. A part of him had desired to chase that course in life, but the outside world offered him something small compared to the risk he could cause to his home. For all his skill at acting, Gael didn't put it past people to aggressively attempt to discover just where he'd come from. Eventually there would be more questions than he could reasonable dodge.

"Oh, of that I am sure. Now come on... lets go. I need to wow the world before I disappear into the night." He said, smirking as he slipped on the heels and pulled his coat...cloak...whatever someone wanted to call it over his shoulders. "I plan to bring the house down tonight."

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