"Yes, Ethan"

The reply is impatient, repeated for the millionth time in ten minutes as the source of the slightly annoyed voice rolls his eyes at the other man. His hand is steady as he carefully lines Ethan's eyes with electric blue glittery liner.

"You're gonna poke my bloody eye out." Ethan mutters, but keeps looking upward as instructed.

"Shut up." And he puts down the liner and picks up a compact. Bright green and blue eyeshadow wings out over Ethan's eyes and soon there are twin streaks of fuschia on his cheeks.

"I look like a poofter."

Ripper smiles, "That's because you are one."

"Am not."

Ripper dabs lipstick on Ethan's pouting lips, "Oh, right. You aren't gay, you just like to screw *me*"

"Precisely. Am I done yet?"

"You'll do." Ripper says, adding the last bit of glitter to his masterpiece.

Ethan turns to the mirror, "You've turned me into a complete fairy."

"But a sexy one." Ripper comments, pushing Ethan out of the chair and sitting down to do his own makeup.

"Where are we going tonight?"

"Deirdre got tickets to some concert, I don't know. She said I would have to galm you up. Hence the makeup."

"Don't say 'hence' you sound like a ponce." Ethan said, and Ripper watched in the mirror as he pulled a skin tight black and blue shirt carefully over his head, not smudging a speck of makeup.

"Wear the silver leather." He says, finishing his face quickly and standing up from the mirror.

Ethan rolls his eyes and goes searching for the pants, "It'll only take longer to get out of them."

"I like a challenge." Ripper says. Ethan wriggles into the leather pants and smirks at him. "Ready?"

"Sure you don't want to stay in...?" Ethan pulls him by the beltloops, but Ripper stops him a centimeter from his lips.

"You'll smudge. Let's go."

And with a pout, Ethan follows him from the apartment.