Into The Midnight Show [ROBERT]

[brent zachary mckinney]

It was the night before Brent's twenty-sixth birthday and he and Robert had decided to go out an celebrate. Well, their original plan had been to stay in and celebrate but after a few drinks/crazy conversations they'd ended up with a new plan. A fucking ridiculous one, mind you. Brent was going to regret this and he knew it. There was no going back now though.

Dashing into the bedroom, he beamed over at his friend - his dodgily make-upped friend who had fake boobs made from some tissues and was wearing a dress. Brent was never going to get over this, seriously. He giggled uncontrollably at the sight and then waved his hands around before making grabby hands at Robert's hair once he'd sat down next to him. "The straighteners're lost. I'll use my hands. My hands are good." he cackled. Brent was pretty sure that the siren wasn't going to like this idea but, gosh, if he was going to have his hair straightened like a real lady then they were going to have to go to such desperate measures to get it done.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: 768% done with them already. ❦ Tagged: Jan!

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[robert janice bratus]

Robert was sat in Brent's room, giggling away quite happily to himself. It was Brent's twenty-something's birthday and they'd just come up with quite possibly the best plan in the world to celebrate it. Sure, such a decision may have been influenced by the extraordinary amount of alcohol the pair had managed to ingest already, but that wasn't relevant- the plan was still bloody brilliant. The siren sat on a chair, trying his best not to look at himself in the mirror. What with all the eyeshadow, mascara and other varieties of makeup he'd plastered onto his face recently, he obviously looked absolutely ravishing, but he couldn't risk falling in love with himself or something by seeing his own reflection or anyhting.

Turning to face his friend as he re-entered the room, he tried to realise what that dodgy grin meant on Brent's face, but failed. When the crossbreed suddenly decided that it would be a good idea to straighten Robert's hair with his hands, the elder man jumped up from his seat and started flinging his arms around in what could only be interpreted as a stay-the-fuck-away-from-my-hair gesture. Even in his drunken stupor, Rob wasn't going to let anyone near his hair. Nobody. Not even Brent on his birthday. "Nuh-uh. The hair stays. Do not touch the hair."

[brent zachary mckinney]

That response had been totally predictable. Brent was certain that Robert had been very skeptical about the whole straighteners idea in the first place so it was understandable that he didn't want Brent to use his hands instead. Brent huffed and stood up too. Robert looked kind of like a transvestite lady jellyfish. That was the comparison that Brent had made anyway. He clung onto one of the siren's arms and pouted up at him. "Yeees. You can hold my hands and I won't burn you or anythin'. M'good with my powers. I'm... I'm trustworthy!" his drunken attempt at convincing his friend that this idea was a good one wasn't too bad. Put it this way; it could've been a whole lot worse.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: 768% done with them already. ❦ Tagged: Jan!

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[robert janice bratus]

Robert had to admire Brent's attempt at persuasion. It had been worth a try, he guessed; but being persuasive didn't tend to have an effect on the siren. When he'd made a decision, it was very rare that he could be swayed. Still, just because Brent had asked so nicely, and it was his birthday... Robert sat down again, in a massive huff. He didn't like this, but since he hadn't bought Brent an actual present, this could be it. "Fine. But I don't like it." Jan's face took on an extremely serious expression- or as serious as it could be considering he was ridiculously drunk. "But if you burn the hair..." The threat hung unsaid in the air, but Robert thought it was pretty clear. Or he hoped it was, anyway.

[brent zachary mckinney]

Brent smirked when Robert agreed and sat down again. Who could say no to such a young and adorable face such as his own? Nobody. As if Brent gave a shit about his friend not liking it. "This is a burn free zone, Jannie. I get it." Brent laughed. He lived here, therefore it was far from being a 'burn free zone'. But oh well.

Feeling smug over the fact that he'd gotten his own way yet again, Brent knelt next to Robert on the bed. It would've been easier to attempt this from higher up but that would mean standing and Brent was a bit too drunk to be able to straighten someone's hair without setting fire to it and also concentrate on remaining on two feet. He warmed his hands, careful to keep them a high enough temperature to work properly but not actually start any fires at the same time. The first strand of the elder man's curls took two attempts to straighten but Brent knew that they weren't going to stay like that for long. "Where'sa hairspray?"

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: 768% done with them already. ❦ Tagged: Jan!

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[robert janice bratus]

This is a burn free zone? Even with how drunk he was, Robert was aware how stupid that was. This was Brent; he was an idiot to let him anywhere near his hair. Yet, for some reason, he did it anyway. Yes, he knew he was an amazing friend.

As Brent slowly began the process of straightening his hair, Robert sat on the bed, more nervous than he'd ever been in his entire life. If something happened to his hair right now, there'd be nothing he could do about it... and he might lose all his wonderful, beautiful hair. God, he might go bald. What could possibly be worse than that. He dug his nails into his palms, and tensed until the process was over. Robert refused to look in the mirror for the moment; even if his hair looked okay, it still wouldn't look like his hair. He was such a traitor- he hoped his hair could forgive him for this. Despite this, surely the end result would be worth it: yes, worth the hell of straightening hair.

"God, I'm never doing that again. Ever." Robert felt the need to make that point extra-strong, because his hair might forgive him this time, but it wouldn't forgive him again. "Uh, hairspray? It's here." Robert sprayed his own hair with the product, because it was recommended that the can was kept away from flames and Brent was practically just a living one. Finally, the elder man dared to look at his hair; while it upset him greatly to see that his curls were no longer present, he had to admit that the overall look was rather amazing. Glancing toward the crossbreed, he waited to see what the other guy had to say.

♬ Outfit: Clicky! ♬
♬ Notes: I simply cannot. ♬
♬ Tagged: Sassypants McKinney ♬
♬ Credit: Connie! ♬

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[brent zachary mckinney]

He could see how nervous Robert was and Brent found that amusing but was a little hurt at the same time because he wasn't that much of a safety hazard, was he? Robert was his best friend. Therefore he should be able to trust Brent with his hair even if he was crazily obsessed with it. Thankfully, Brent did manage to finish up without burning anything and he was proud of himself for that.

Brent rolled his eyes. And the guys called him a drama queen - that was obviously Robert. He knew that they liked to pick on him a bit because he was, by far, the youngest member of the Genius Sex Poets although that didn't mean that he wasn't the most important. Without him, they'd be nothing. (Even though they were pretty much nothing anyway but that didn't matter.)

After his friend had sprayed his own hair, clearly not trusting anyone else to do it, Brent examined the siren's appearance and couldn't help but start giggling again. What the fuck were they doing? There was no purpose to trying to go out and convince as many people as possible they you were a 'totally hetero' couple. Still, Brad and Stuart were missing out big time. Part of the reason why he hadn't told them that they were going out was because Stuart would try and talk them out of doing anything stupid. Like this. Which was far stupider than stupid. And then Brad would capture photographic evidence of their stupidity to blackmail them with and nobody wanted that.

Brent managed to stop giggling eventually. "You're the prettiest lady I've ever seen, Janny." Brent nodded. He didn't know if it was just his distorted vision but Robert was like a real woman which was weird because Brent was the most feminine one out of the pair. Then again, it was easier to get Robert into a dress. Holding back a snicker, he leaned forward to peck the other man on the cheek and then grabbed his arm and held onto it. He did consider ruffling his newly-straightened hair but decided against it because that was likely to get him in deep trouble.

This was going to be interesting.

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: 768% done with them already. ❦ Tagged: Jan!

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[robert janice bratus]

Robert had to agree with Brent; his disguise was very convincing. He looked like a woman, what with the heels and the fabulous dress ad the boobs and the hair and everything else... but he didn't feel like one. In his drunken state, it took him even longer than usual to figure out why. In that time, he spent an intellectual minute or two staring at the floor and looking as if he wasn't far off falling asleep. Which, well he probably wasn't because he could sleep anywhere at practically any time but that wasn't exactly relevant.

Once he'd figured it out, he turned to look at Brent, ever so slightly more alert than he had been moments before. "I know I look good, but I don't feel good. It's them." He pointed at his legs, or rather at the hairs that covered them. "The hairs need to go. It won't be convincing otherwise." He let a little bit of a pleading whine in at the end of the statement as if to prove his point, then shot a hopeless what-can-be-done expression at the younger man. Brent wasn't stupid. He'd think of something.

♬ Outfit: Clicky! ♬
♬ Notes: I simply cannot. ♬
♬ Tagged: Sassypants McKinney ♬
♬ Credit: Connie! ♬

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[brent zachary mckinney]

They? Who or what were they? In his confusion, Brent glanced around his bedroom quickly but couldn't work out what Robert was talking about until his gaze landed back on the elder man. Oh, his leg hairs. Of course. Brent frowned now at Robert's legs for a few moments, thinking of an action plan. He thought the had some waxy hair removal stuff in the bathroom somewhere and he didn't even know why, nor did he particularly want to.

"Hang on." he mumbled finally. The hybrid then got to his feet and traipsed over to the bathroom, pulling out what he was looking for after not too long. It was hard to read what the packaging said because, not only was everything kind of blurry and weird but he was having trouble even processing words right now. He should probably get some more to drink because that was sure to help. However, that meant having to walk further to get to the kitchen so, just this once, Brent was going to wait a little a longer.

"'S waxy time!" the young man exclaimed once he returned to his friend with the not very nice looking hair removal product. Brent wasn't going to even try and guess how it worked because he was one-hundred percent clueless. Brent took his place on the end of the bed beside Robert again and emptied the contents of the box out onto the the mattress. "If you can sort it out I'll wax your fuckin' hairy, spidery man legs. Deal?"

Outfit: Clicky! ❦ Notes: 768% done with them already. ❦ Tagged: Jan!

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[robert janice bratus]

Robert watched the confusion across Brent's face. He knew that in his drunken state, he wouldn't be making all that much sense, but he wasn't that confusing, was he? He didn't think so. Eventually, however, he noticed the befuddlement leave the younger man's face, which must mean he'd finally understood what Robert was hinting at. Good. It had taken him long enough.

It was the siren's turn to be confused as Brent stood up and waddled off in the general direction of the bathroom. Where the hell did he think he was going? Rob was tempted to get up and follow him, but decided not to for two reasons: A) he was most likely too drunk to walk anywhere without falling straight over, and B) he was too lazy to get up off his arse and see what was going on. Whatever it was, it couldn't possibly be worth the effort of walking. Instead- since he knew that Brent must be coming back at some point- he decided to start humming a little song that made sense to no-one but himself, not that it really mattered since there was nobody around to witness his amazing himming skills anyway.

Looking up and stopping humming immediately the moment that Brent re-entered the room, he looked at the mysterious package in Brent's arms. As the crossbreed dumped the contents of the package out on the bed, Robert couldn't help but tut at the terribly designed packaging with the incredibly blurry writing that would be illegible even if the person attempting to read it was sober. If he'd been the one to design the packet, there would be some serious changes made to it; quite frankly, anyone could have designed a packet better than that one. Probably even Brent.

Robert was starting to wish he'd never brought up the idea of sorting his legs out, as it seemed to be far more trouble than it was worth what with all the things everywhere. Even though Robert knew a little about waxing (for reasons he wasn't about to tell anyone), it was still quite confusing for him. Still, once he'd rearranged the objects in the order they'd be needed, the method of waxing suddenly became lucid. He wasn't quite sure how that worked: must be another of the many mysteries of his mind.

"S'not that complicated. You warm the wax and put it on the paper thingies with the thingy." Robert pointed to the little plastic spatula that had come with the pack. He smiled pleasantly at the other man, with an it-couldn't-be-simpler expression on his face. This guy should be proud that he knew so much about waxing, and definitely shouldn't be scared, like an average person would be. No. It was completely normal for forty-something men to know all about the waxing process; how could it not be?

♬ Outfit: Clicky! ♬
♬ Notes: I simply cannot. ♬
♬ Tagged: Sassypants McKinney ♬
♬ Credit: Connie! ♬

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