Words: 162
Rating: S for snark and implied RPF. The usual dislclaimers apply.
(thank you
aleatory_6 for the icon that inspired the punchline)
She tilted her head to the side, and the hair collected in a strange feathered bob. He’d caught her, leaning into her locker, reapplying make-up. She was even practicing a different walk.
Elliot wasn’t sure what to do with this.
“This isn’t like you.”
She spun around, and shook her head in confusion. The hair bounced.
“What the hell’s going on, Olivia? You look like a gameshow contestant.”
“I…”
“Well, you have a date, right?” he tried to keep it light, to lessen the knot in his stomach.
She looked behind him, shrugging. Mouthing something he couldn’t make out. He jerked his head around. There was no one there.
“Olivia?”
“Chris, where are you getting this? It isn’t in here.”
He squinted. “Who the hell’s Chris?”
Olivia was fumbling with a bunch of pages.
Then it dawned on him. The hair. The layers of make-up. The insipid smile. He grabbed her arm.
“You’re a pod-person!”
She pushed him off. “I’m an actress.”