Beauty is Strange- Raspberry Frog
Title: Beauty is Strange
Author: Raspberry Fog
Category: Humor
Rating: G-PG
Pairings: Holly/Trouble
Warnings: None
Summary:Holly is invited to a solstice party... now what the heck is she supposed to wear?!
Holly didn't like this one bit. Sure, she looked great in the turquoise halter tie dress, and the make-up she never wore did things to her that did things to the surrounding males, but what was the point?
She sat back in Trouble's car, trying to remember why in Frond's name she had agreed to go to Commander Sool's solstice party, and when was the last time she had shaved her legs before two hours ago? She had the answer to her first question, looking out the window to see fifty million other cars speeding down the magna strip.
She'd come because Trouble had asked to come, as a date. He had sounded very embarrassed over the phone, which was odd for Trouble Kelp. She'd agreed, and when she hung up the phone, she promptly got a head ache, and dragged the hideous (to her) blue-green backless knee length dress out of her closet, still in it's box from last solstice.
She'd stood in front of her mirror, inspecting herself , which was where she found she actually hadn't shaved her legs in a while, so that would be item number one on her "Things (Some of which are Girly) to do before The Date" list.
Her hair looked a little rough. She'd let it grow out to around ear length, she hadn't put a brush to it today, and she had split ends. Number Two. She usually didn't wear make-up, number three. Four, the dress was a little tight in the bust area (Thank You, Mother, she thought.) which made her wonder what kind of bra you were supposed to wear with a dress like this, and, "Holy Frond!! I have a chest!?” She growled, stomped her foot, and begun her list.
She nicked herself shaving, cussed, and pressed a thumb to it, grumbling about "stupid soap".
Hair. She grabbed some scissors, and at least that went right, because nothing else would.
Make-Up. She owned almost none, and what she did have, she kept in a small make-up bag in the bag of her bathroom cupboard. She smeared her lipstick, cursed, wiped it off, tried again, smeared mascara, "D'Arvit! I look like a raccoon!” ,started over. She still looked slightly red and black, but it wasn't over yet. It occurred to her she would probably have to start all over again when she put her dress on.
Speaking of which... Thankfully, she knew how to let out seams, thanks to her Mother, which helped majorly, but there was a bra problem. What sort of bra were you supposed to wear with this? The first person that came to mind to help was Lili Frond, but Holly was not about to ask for her help. Then, it hit her!
She got her end of Artemis's communicator out. Artemis's face popped onto the screen about two minutes later, looking cutely sleepy, with his blue eyes hidden under half-closed eyelids, and his hair sticking up.
"Artemis, I need to talk to Juliet! Now!" "What's the problem? Can I help?" Holly thought. "Nope. It's a....uh...girl problem. I'm sure you could help, but I don't really want you to. Now, where is Juliet?!" "I'll get her. JULIET!!!!" He sure should scream when he wanted to... Juliet popped into the screen. "Hello Holly. What's up?" "Well, first Artemis needs to leave." "Happily," Artemis said, getting back into bed. "Juliet!" Holly wailed. "What...sortof...braareyou..supposed to wear...withadress like...this?" Holly's words were mismatched amd worrried.
Juliet chuckled. "Oh. You aren't supposed to wear a bra with a dress like that. Got to go, now! Things to do, people to beat..." "But, I..." "Ciao!" The connection cut. Holly chucked the communicator across the room, shattering her favorite ceramic ballerina. "D'ARVIT! d'arvitd'arvitd'arvit!"
Oh, well. She trusted Juliet (Most of the time...) so she'd just do what she said. She continued to get ready, putting on some eye shadow the same shade as her dress, painting her toenails, slipping into some white high-heel sandals. (She nearly broke her neck in those...)
She did what she could to her hair, clipping it of to the side with to glittery silver butterfly clippies. Now, when she stood in front of the mirror, she thought "I look pretty durn good."
When she did get back from the party, which was a total bore, she kicked of her shoes, sat back in her favorite arm chair, and wondered how she was going to spend the rest of her solstice. She got ready for bed, and when she finally slept, she dreamed the ceramic ballerina came back and chased her with a mascara wand.
Beauty is strange.
Author: Raspberry Fog
Category: Humor
Rating: G-PG
Pairings: Holly/Trouble
Warnings: None
Summary:Holly is invited to a solstice party... now what the heck is she supposed to wear?!
Holly didn't like this one bit. Sure, she looked great in the turquoise halter tie dress, and the make-up she never wore did things to her that did things to the surrounding males, but what was the point?
She sat back in Trouble's car, trying to remember why in Frond's name she had agreed to go to Commander Sool's solstice party, and when was the last time she had shaved her legs before two hours ago? She had the answer to her first question, looking out the window to see fifty million other cars speeding down the magna strip.
She'd come because Trouble had asked to come, as a date. He had sounded very embarrassed over the phone, which was odd for Trouble Kelp. She'd agreed, and when she hung up the phone, she promptly got a head ache, and dragged the hideous (to her) blue-green backless knee length dress out of her closet, still in it's box from last solstice.
She'd stood in front of her mirror, inspecting herself , which was where she found she actually hadn't shaved her legs in a while, so that would be item number one on her "Things (Some of which are Girly) to do before The Date" list.
Her hair looked a little rough. She'd let it grow out to around ear length, she hadn't put a brush to it today, and she had split ends. Number Two. She usually didn't wear make-up, number three. Four, the dress was a little tight in the bust area (Thank You, Mother, she thought.) which made her wonder what kind of bra you were supposed to wear with a dress like this, and, "Holy Frond!! I have a chest!?” She growled, stomped her foot, and begun her list.
She nicked herself shaving, cussed, and pressed a thumb to it, grumbling about "stupid soap".
Hair. She grabbed some scissors, and at least that went right, because nothing else would.
Make-Up. She owned almost none, and what she did have, she kept in a small make-up bag in the bag of her bathroom cupboard. She smeared her lipstick, cursed, wiped it off, tried again, smeared mascara, "D'Arvit! I look like a raccoon!” ,started over. She still looked slightly red and black, but it wasn't over yet. It occurred to her she would probably have to start all over again when she put her dress on.
Speaking of which... Thankfully, she knew how to let out seams, thanks to her Mother, which helped majorly, but there was a bra problem. What sort of bra were you supposed to wear with this? The first person that came to mind to help was Lili Frond, but Holly was not about to ask for her help. Then, it hit her!
She got her end of Artemis's communicator out. Artemis's face popped onto the screen about two minutes later, looking cutely sleepy, with his blue eyes hidden under half-closed eyelids, and his hair sticking up.
"Artemis, I need to talk to Juliet! Now!" "What's the problem? Can I help?" Holly thought. "Nope. It's a....uh...girl problem. I'm sure you could help, but I don't really want you to. Now, where is Juliet?!" "I'll get her. JULIET!!!!" He sure should scream when he wanted to... Juliet popped into the screen. "Hello Holly. What's up?" "Well, first Artemis needs to leave." "Happily," Artemis said, getting back into bed. "Juliet!" Holly wailed. "What...sortof...braareyou..supposed to wear...withadress like...this?" Holly's words were mismatched amd worrried.
Juliet chuckled. "Oh. You aren't supposed to wear a bra with a dress like that. Got to go, now! Things to do, people to beat..." "But, I..." "Ciao!" The connection cut. Holly chucked the communicator across the room, shattering her favorite ceramic ballerina. "D'ARVIT! d'arvitd'arvitd'arvit!"
Oh, well. She trusted Juliet (Most of the time...) so she'd just do what she said. She continued to get ready, putting on some eye shadow the same shade as her dress, painting her toenails, slipping into some white high-heel sandals. (She nearly broke her neck in those...)
She did what she could to her hair, clipping it of to the side with to glittery silver butterfly clippies. Now, when she stood in front of the mirror, she thought "I look pretty durn good."
When she did get back from the party, which was a total bore, she kicked of her shoes, sat back in her favorite arm chair, and wondered how she was going to spend the rest of her solstice. She got ready for bed, and when she finally slept, she dreamed the ceramic ballerina came back and chased her with a mascara wand.
Beauty is strange.