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Date Posted: 10:03:14 01/09/02 Wed
Author: Marz and co.
Subject: Makeup artists
In reply to: Valhorek & Erlic 's message, "Let's simply remain calm" on 21:05:21 01/08/02 Tue

Marz looked up from his plate of food when Tia joined them, followed a moment later by Isobel. He was happy to hear that the pretty thief's sight was nearly back to normal, and even happier to see her take a seat close to Corum. Once he fixed Barry up with Yorik, he would concentrate on tying to bring Tia and Corum closer together.

After another sip of wine, he returned to trying to convince his friend that Yorik needed a bit of makeup to cure his pale condition. Anger rose within him when Isobel said they were all loco, but it faded once he saw the grin on her face and realized she was only teasing.

Marz was too busy showing Corum the contents of the disguise kit to notice Isobel's departure. He was in the process of swallowing some meat when she finally returned, and nearly choked when he got a look at the new outfit she worn. His eyes went wide as he stared appreciatively at her curvaceous form. He wouldn't mind getting up close and personal with a body like that! Of course, he thought Isobel beautiful from the moment he met her, but she never really invoked any desire in him until now.

Before he could start fantasizing about a little romp in the hay with her, the clattering of dishes drew his attention. His eyes flew to Tristan, who shot him an annoyed look before practically snapping his head off with angry sounding words. "I was just looking, Tris," he muttered, as Isobel stood up and walked away from the group.

Since old habits died hard, Marz's gaze shifted to the woman, his eyes locking upon her swaying hips until she disappeared into the food tent. Once the voluptuous beauty was out of sight, he was able to focus better. He grabbed Tristan's arm when he looked about ready to bolt, and sighed at the anger he saw written all over his lover's face. "Don't run away," he whispered.

The sheik's clapping, which sounded exceptionally loud to his sensitive ears, made him jump slightly. While keeping a firm grip on Tristan's arm, he listened to what Daraba had to say. When the man finally finished his speech, Marz turned to face the dragon, and burst out laughing when he caught sight of Isobel tossing a goblet of water into Justin's face before storming off into a tent. Jeremy, Corum, and Tia also laughed at the sight, but Tristan merely smirked, his body still rigid with pent-up hostility.

Marz leaned closer to whisper into the dragon's ear. "I'm really sorry for looking, all right?" The apology seemed to ease some of Tristan's tension, much to the ex-gang leader's relief. He scarfed down some cheese then suggested they all head into one of the newly erected tents so that they could start working their magic on Yorik.

*******


Rather than follow the youth's into the tent, Tia strode over to Rowan. A thoughtful look played upon the elf's face as he stared at Erlic, who had gone off to join Laurel and Ravin. Unable to contain her excitement any longer, Tia set her wine glass on the ground then flung herself into Rowan's arms. "I can see! I can see!" she sang while hugging him close.

Without thinking, she lifted on her toes and planted a kiss on the elf's mouth. A moment later she backed away, feeling awfully embarrassed. "Sorry," she said, meeting his eyes. "I guess my happiness at having my eyesight back got the better of me or something."

She retrieved her glass from the ground and took a long drink before giving Rowan a wistful smile. "If you're wondering where Jeremy is, he went into one of the tents with Marz and his friends."

*******


Once inside the tent, Marz sat down on one of the many pillows provided and waited for the others to join him. Immediately, Jeremy plopped down on his left side, positioning himself so close that his shoulder touched Marz's.

After taking another sip of wine, the ex-gang leader opened the disguise kit and pulled out a jar of berry paste that was made for coloring lips. Using the tip of his little finger, he carefully covered his own lips with the red paste-like substance before asking Corum to set Yorik down before him.

Marz had just finished applying a mess of the goop around the orifice that made up Yorik's mouth when Barry flew into the tent. After he announced that there were nasties spying on the camp, and making a comment about Yorik, both he and Corum existed the tent.

"Lock that damn door flap," Marz hissed. Naturally, Jeremy rushed to do his bidding, reclaiming his seat beside the ex-gang leader a moment later. Since Marz was feeling so mellow from the wine and Advil he had taken earlier, he wasn't at all concerned about the possible arrival of the assassins.

"I think we ALL need a makeover," he chirped, tossing his companions a lopsided grin. Marz downed more wine then faced the otherworldly youth. "Smile kid." After applying the berry-paste to Jeremy's lips he turned to Tristan. He held the dragon's eyes for a moment then grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss. When their lips parted, Tristan's were left with a coating of the red color from the paste Marz had applied to his own lips. "You're done," he said, grinning as he released his hold on the dragon's shirt.

"That's not fair!" Jeremy cried, while pulling out one of his special cigarettes. "You didn't put MY lip coloring on like that!" Using his Bic lighter, the youth lit his smoke and took a deep drag, glaring at Tristan all the while.

Marz laughed at the otherworldly youth's protest then sipped more wine before pulling out a small jar of pink powder from the kit. "This goes on the cheeks," he said, sounding very much like a teacher instructing his students. With a brush he found inside the kit, he applied the power along each side of Yorik's bony face. Once he was satisfied with the job, he took a small mirror from the kit, staring into it as he brushed a hint of the powder over his own cheeks.

Jeremy took another drag from his cigarette then used his shirtsleeve to rub the paste off of his lips when no one was looking. "My lip color is gone!" he announced. "You have to apply it again, Marz! But this time do it like you did it to Tristan."

When the otherworldly youth closed his eyes, puckered his lips and shoved his face closer to Marz, the ex-gang leader frowned in annoyance. "You re-do his mouth," his said, handing the berry-paste to Tristan. "I gotta finish blending in the shit on my cheeks."

Jeremy's eyes popped open and he scowled at the dragon. "Tristan will just mess it up. I want YOU to do it, Marz!"

The ex-gang leader gulped down more wine then went back to smoothing the colored power over his cheeks, completely ignoring Jeremy's tantrum.

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