Exploration and Entrance: 1
”Pastries?” I exclaimed as I saw the little white box with my name on it.
Yet, I did pick it up and claim it. Maybe there is something good in it, even if it was just a cupcake?
Only as I realized that there is no pastries in it, I slipped into the nearest girls’ room in order to explore the gift. I could hear little clipperty, clapperty noises from inside. The sound told me more of the content, it sounds as if there are a few cosmetic items within. Maybe she had my colours down.
As I had closed the door behind me and locked myself within the cramped confines I finally did open the package. Just curious choice of box. Why had she chosen the white paper box for pastries? Had she picked them up at her local bakery or café? If only I had realized just how close to the spot I had been.
What I had found is a metallic bloody red lip-gloss, a silver metallic shadow and the black mascara. Now I figured I could as well try them on. She certainly had my colours down, and they look as if they are high quality products better than I commonly bought in the local store.
I had applied the lip gloss, the eye-shadow and the mascara. Only now my lips glister as if covered with a thick high gloss gel lube, only the metallic bloody red, rich and complete covering my lips perfectly. Silly me, I had applied a second and third coating before I had thought of it, a habit born out of the quality I had available to me.
Then I had applied the eye-shadow in the same manner as the lip-gloss and the mascara. Now I put a finger on the lower lip, only to find it slippery and rubbery sleek while it insistently refused to smear in the least. Pressing down, I found the lip more elastic than expected, not just covered with the rubber but apparently growing elastic due to absorbing the thick gel gloss. Looking closer, my eyelashes are a deep mid-night black, yet glistering in the same manner as the gloss and shadow.
“If this will last the night, I will save a fortune of make-up in the month to come!” I told myself.
Then I followed an off notion of a crazy idea and pulled my top down and painted my nibbles with the gloss. I did it, maybe I should not have, but that is too late to regret now. Maybe the idea of seeing them as my hidden cherries was the idea? I guess this is an appealing image to me. Considering how the gloss had refused to smear in the least, just as the red glossy glistering hue of the gloss had filled in the blanks.
As I slipped the top back up, I could feel the fabric slipping along the slippery and sleek Cherries on my chest. I guess I could refer to them as the Cherries on top of my Cupcakes, while some would say Hooters. I love the delicious feel to the entire situation.
Maybe I should have been saving on the gloss, not knowing the effect it was to have on me and my Nibbles. The slippery surface as if lubes and the red hue as if they had been these delicious Cherries. Only elastic as rubber balls.
I had left the girls’ room and walked to the hall of the party, feeling uncharacteristically excited and all giddy. Just as I had failed to explain even to myself how and why. Then I had resigned to explaining it off on the gift and the looks it was lending me. It is after all the best and most exclusive, high quality make-up I had afforded myself or used to the day. If only I had known just how high quality and how exclusive these products truly are? Yet, I had no clue as of yet.
As I exit the room, the thick and heavy base line is pulling me forwards. I guess the wall had covered it up, but one in the open, it was pulling at my strings. I was clearly moving into a party mood as I moved towards the large hall.
As I pass the gates to the hall, the girl named Diana is in the room. I recognize her red gloves and boots. Although I guess the top and skirt is fairly easy to see as well. Yet, she is the Patron of the party. She is supposed to be easy to pick out and recognize. In case I need to ask her anything, or if anything is running out?
“Diana, thanks for inviting me and the gift. How could you possibly know?” I inquired as I had thanked her from the bottom of my heart in all sincerity.
“Diane Diamond Trotter, you are quite welcome. You are enjoying your little gift, I take it!” she merely responded.
What hit me first is how she had pronounced my full name as if she had known me from birth. The wish for me to enjoy myself had only come second.
Looking down, only to see the boots she had been wearing all this time. From the front they may look like high heels, although it seems to be as if she was in plateaus, more than the common high heels.
Knee high boots, but the tip, where I imagined her toes to be had a curious; but striking semblance of hooves of a Pony. I just refused to accept or realize the implications.
“I plan and throw parties; I know the once attending quite intimately, if you excuse the expression?” she then pointed out.
“Then you knew my colour preferences? And supplied a quality product in order to secure my happiness?” I inquired.
“Yes, but of course. Besides, only the best I could get my hands on would make due. What isn’t your smile worth, when you think of it? I don’t need to stare at you all day to value your joy either!” she pointed out.
“Why do I have the impression, my joy is worth more than the cost of the make-up could possibly be worth? I think I need something to drink, then I will dance for a while!” I pointed out.
“Didn’t you know? Just make sure to enjoy yourself all night!” she exclaimed as I left for the line of bottles on the table to the right along the wall.
“Just you wait, when you realize just how good these products are. You will not need any new make-up. On the other hoof, I bet you will be surprised when you realize what these items are and how they are already affecting you!” Pinkamena Diana Pie thought to herself as I had left.
Should I have considered the possibility, there was no make-up remover to wash my face of, after the party, before I went to bed? The girl does play for keeps, and she is dead serious about my smile and my laughter. Only the effect is deeper than I had noticed, deeper than I could possibly have realized.
The gloss had already left my lips glossy, glistering in a metallic bloody red. Same as my Nibbles or Cherries. My eye-lids the silver metallic and nicely glossy, now a solid yet highly elastic rubber. Just as my eye-lashes now will stay the same black, shiny and glistering. Had I looked into a mirror, I would have noticed just how even they are, and that they apparently had grown to two thirds of an inch in length. There is no changing it back, no point in regretting it. Yet, I guess it does look good.
Once at the table, I picked a bottle of Cider and slipped the cap of and took a sip before I left the table behind. Slowly sipping the beverage, enjoying the surprisingly rich flavour.
Following the table, just a few feet from the wall as I walked towards the scene where the DJ was standing, playing her music. Apparently, it is Pon-3. Scratching the Vinyl as she went, record by record. She did keep the pitch and beat tightly in her fist. By instinct and or equipment, but she had the crowd eating out of her palm. I just had to hand it to her and the party planning who had picked her for the party. I do love this party.
I placed the bottle on the table as I closed in on the stage just as a new tune came on.
Maybe I should brave the stage and dance? It sounded rather exciting now. With the cider behind me and the music pounding, and pulling at me. Not that I have a problem with dancing, or a stage fright.
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