Log: Clarice & Terry

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Hours before Terry and Bobby's wedding, Clarice helps the bride get married - and make sure the groom is doing groom-like things.



Shelaq (pronounced "shlak") was the best makeup keeper-on ever. It was a clear liquid that could be brushed over any makeup and it would not come off without makeup remover. It was perfect for mascara and eyeliner, especially when your best friend and former roommate was about to get married (again). At least, this time Clarice actually got to be at the wedding and didn't have to find out and keep it a secret. It also meant she was going to cry like a little girl, but she was damned if she'd let her makeup run at the same time.

Adding another coat of shelaq to her eyelids just to be on the safe side, Clarice closed the little jar and wandered over to where Terry was in the rooms being used for the bridal party. "Shelaq?" she asked, offering the little blue jar. "Can't have your mascara running in your wedding pictures."

Terry was sitting in her slip and stockings, taking out her curlers, careful not to pull the resulting spirals apart just yet. "I'm not going to cry. I've done this before, you know." She grinned, beamed really. "You might want to offer it to Bobby though."

"Yeah, but your friends and family is here now,* Clarice pointed out. Audience for commitment and prettiness, not just the hire-a-witness. She was still in her stockings and slip too, as a rule dresses were the absolute last thing on before the wedding so they didn't get ruined on accident, finding the right shade of purple stockings had been difficult so she's bought all she could find at the store, "This is going to be amazing." She was already beginning to cry damnit.

Terry laughed and stood, giving Clarice a hug and offering her a tissue. "It is but you need to make it to the wedding. You're a bigger wreck than I am and I still need your help getting into that dress."

"PIcky, picky," Clarice waved Terry's logic away, but accepted her tissue and blotted her eyes, "This is practically my wedding too, I'm allowed to be all sniffly. Even if I'm not getting married. Or having sex with the groom. Or anyone else," she paused considering this train of logic, "I'm a bridesmaid. Isn't there a clause that says I'm going to be beating guys away with a stick?"

"We invited some of the local guys? They'll probably hit on you. Sure and it's all just part of our Irish hospitality," Terry went back to de-curlering her hair. "You're going to help me with my makeup right?"

"Of course," Clarice stood to help her unroll her hair. Just because she did not wear a lot of makeup did not mean that she couldn't put it on others. It was hard to wear makeup with purple skin, but she loved to play with exotic eyeshadows and lipsticks. For Terry though, especially for the wedding, she had found some neutrals with a hint of gold to bring out the highlights in Terry's hair and skin. She was going to look gorgeous. *And I will enjoy your lovely local guys, I am sure.*

Terry finished taking out the curlers and then started on the more laborious process of separating the curls without frizzing them. "Okay, then let me finish here, we'll do that then...what time is it? Someone should remind Bobby that he needs to put on his tux and be ready for pictures by 3."

"Is that my cue to pass the message along?* It was only 1:30, plenty of time for Bobby, barely enough for Terry.

Terry wrinkled her nose at her reflection, "No. I'm just worrying needlessly probably. I mean, he wouldn't forget, right?" She suddenly looked panicked and whipped around to look at Clarice, "Hey, right?"

"He won't forget," because if he did, she'd kill him. Well, she'd maim him and deliver him naked and wrapped with a ribbon for Terry to kill, otherwise, she had no doubts about her former roommates abilities to do her in along with Bobby, *But, I'll go make sure while you work on your hair."

Terry's eyes widened and she nodded. "That's...yeah, okay."

"No problem," that was what friends were for. Relieving the bridal stresses. Shooting Terry a mock salute, Clarice snagged a robe as she headded for the door. While she didn't care if someone from Xavier's saw her, they'd seen her in less, she wasn't interested in giving free shows to the cateres, photographers, DJ and whomever else might be wandering around.