Clarice & Jay, Then Clarice Jay and Shiro

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Jay and Clarice get ready for Gay Pride Parade.

The water coursed over his head as Jay angled it left and then right, hunched over Clarice's washroom sink, trying to run out the rest of the dye that coloured the water and ran into the drain. "You got silver or blue glitter?" he asked under his arm. "Ah reckon it'd go better, you know, match."

"Do I have glitter?" she asked with a snort, digging through a plastic bin and holding up several different vials. "You want it for your body or hair?" she asked. She also had it loose, but he didn't want loose glitter for today. She was much less rainbowy for the moment, but she too would be clad in a multitude of colours soon enough. She had found the most amazing fabric to make a dress for today with.

Ringing out his hair, he forked his fingers through his locks before throwing back his head and running his hand through it one more time. He turned his head, checking out Clarice's work and his eyes glinted, accompanying a devilish grin. "Shiro's gonna flip his shit when he looks at us. It's gonna be one hell of a time convincin' him to go." He turned to her and walked into the room. Water drops littered his shoulder and trailed down his collarbone, onto his chest which he brushed away with a towel.

"He's going to be sad that he's not a pretty skittle like we are," she joked. They made an usual pair, her purple and him blue. She knew Shiro was glad his appearance didn't cause attention like theirs did. Then again, he had dated her so he wasn't too adverse either. Slithering into her dress she adjusted it and herself, "He needs to get with the rainbow goodness," she proclaimed. Her dress was a rainbow snakeskin print. "And we are just the ones to make him."

Jay snorted. "Try tellin' that to him. Ah tried it on him the other day, just to see if he'd bite. His body did but he sure as hell jumped outta his skin just to get away. Ah don't think he's ready for it yet, but him comin' says a lot."

"You be nice now," she chastised. She and Shiro might be long since broken up...and he'd realized that he was gay and she had decided to try women for a while, but he was still her first boyfriend and in a way, first love. She hadn't loved him, not real love she didn't think, but he was still special. "He's coming. And he's trying. Can't make him a drag queen until he's a a gay boy in a dress."

"Well don't say nuttin'. He won't come if he knows we know, you know? And this one," he snagged the lighter blue glitter from her table and as an after thought, snagged a darker blue too. "You think you could do shadin? Or's this too much?" he asked, turning it over towards the window so he could see if they would show well on his skin. "And Ah ain't wearin' a dress, just so you know."

Taking the glitter, Clarice nodded and pulled out some latex gloves she'd gotten from the medlab. She always kept a couple pairs in her glitter box, she was an experienced glitterbug. Squirting some onto her gloved hand she began artfully applying it to his chest and back, "I know, and you know and we all know and whatever. Too much he said, she said bullshit." Tweaking a nipple lightly she smirked, "You don't want to be a 'cock in a frock on a rock?'" she asked, quoting the movie, Priscilla Queen of the Desert, "I have some dresses that would look great on you but are probably too small. I bet you could fit something of Dani's, she's kinda big."

He flinched from her tweak and batted her hand away, grinning. "Ah ain't wearin' a dress," he said more firmly. "And don't ask Shiro either," he said, plucking at her dress strap. "Or you're gonna scare him away." Not that what they were doing already wouldn't scare him but Jay was hopeful to get him one step closer to acceptance and farther from denial.

"I'm not going to ask Shiro!" she shrieked, scandalized. No way! She did NOT need to see her exboyfriend in a dress for any reason! Though he did have the build for it...Still. No. "Yeah, yeah, no dresses. Your mama wears combat boots," she replied working the body glitter across more of him.

"Ah--" Jay bent to the side and laughing, pushed away her hand. "An' don't do that either," he scolded, sobering. "We should have some sorta plan, just incase he tries to bail."

"I'll bring the whip, you bring the chains?" she quipped. She knew that Jay had slept with Shiro, he had told her, but she wasn't comfortable with it. Not because Jay wasn't a good man or anything, but because it was Shiro. She'd slept with Shiro too. And Jay's ex-boyfriend Kyle. This was really just getting ridonkulous.

"Sticks n' stones break his bones but whips n' chains excite him." He winked at her with a cluck of his tongue and presented himself proudly. "Maybe we'll just blind fold him, gag him and port him out. All right," he stood back and turned. "What'dya think?"

"I like the way you think," she laughed and looked him over, making a twirling motion with her hands so he would turn around, "Beautiful. Like a glittery gay albatross. Can I call you that? My gay albatross?" she went to work glittering herself now with pink and red glitter.

Jay tookn the red glitter from her and made a pattern with it on her neck. "No, you can't call me that. It's too long n' shit. Think of somethin' else."

Sticking her tongue out at him in the mirror, she waited until he was done. The red on the purple would be subtle, that was good. Sometimes....Clarice could do subtle. Like a sledgehammer was subtle. "I don't know...I'm not going to call you a Bluejay. That's just messed up."

"What's wrong with just callin' me Jay? Why's everyone gotta make up some stupid nickname for me?" he finished up, making one last swirl on her neck and trailing it down her spine, nodding to himself in satisfaction. He wiped the remainer on his jeans - not that they were clean of anything anyways- and picked at his semi dry hair. "You think we're ready to go impose on Shiro?"

"Well, I could..." she agreed, trailing off and adding some lipgloss to her ensemble, "But I like thinking up crazy nicknames for you. It's fun. Regardless, today, we are skittles. Taste the rainbow!" tucking her lip gloss into her bag she was ready to go, "Alright. Shiro ho!"

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The pair seek to collect the last member of their party when they discover Shiro isn't ready!

"Here goes nuttin'," Jay said and lifted his glitter blue hand to the door, giving Clarice an uncertain look before his knuckles rapped three times but didn't stand back from the door. He didn't want Shiro to be able to close it on them at the first sight of what he was going with.

It took a minute before the door opened, revealing a half-asleep Shiro in a rumpled t-shirt and shorts. A very unusual sight, considering Shiro's normal dawn waking time. "What . . .?"

Obviously, Shiro was a pod person since he wasn't bright eyed and bushy tailed. It wasn't that early either. "It's Pride today!" Clarice squealed, resisting the urge to jump on Shiro in her excitement. The capital P was evident in her voice.

Jay wasn't as resistant. "He ain't even ready!" he complained and pushed open the door more to let himself pass. "Parade starts in twenty minutes n' you're in--" a finger hooked into Shiro's shorts and snapped the band to skin. "--this? Christ..." So much for going early.

Shiro rubbed his eyes while he tried to process the situation. His mind was still muddled from the previous day's mission, and all that was on his mind was Jean-Paul. "What are you talking about? What the hell is 'Pride'?"

"You know...Gay Pride? The parade? Through New York?" she turned to Jay, "Or are we going to San Fran? We have plenty of time to make San Fran if he can't get moving." Pushing past Shiro, Clarice entered his room looking for something for him to wear. Shiro was not the most fashionable since she had stopped dressing him, which now mean most of the time.

"Ah ain't going to San Fan. We're goin' to New York," Jay said a bit irritably. "Jean-Philip is meeting us there and Mark's gonna be there, Nick's gonna be there, Catseye - everyone at Silver and the whole friggin' country. So no." He detoured to the small kitchenette, looking for something to tag along with them so Shiro had something in his stomach.

"Oh. Right. That's today? Fuck. I forgot. Oi, what are you doing?" He followed Clarice into his room. "I do not think it would be good to go. Jean-Paul is in the infirmary and he could wake soon."

"So?" Clarice asked. It would be weird if she found out that Shiro was hooking up with Jean-Paul. That would be gross. "We'll buy him a rainbow g-string as a get-well gift. He'd love it. Anyways, someone can call you if you need it," she was going through his drawers and pulling out clothes for him. Fortunately for him, they were his clothes.

"Ugh," Jay made a face behind the counter at the notion of Jean-Paul wearing a G-String. He was great looking, had amazing stamina but the entire thing set Jay off. "He's too old," and he added, "What's he down there for? Ah thought he wasn't goin' on a mission. He told me it wasn't a mission - some pleasure with Elpis thing."

"He was not supposed to, but of course that is how it ended. That is how it always happens. And what are you looking for?" Shiro turned to Clarice and stepped in between her and his dresser. "Are a t-shirt and jeans unacceptable?"

Pausing in her search, Clarice turned around, "Well no. But you gotta have the RIGHT jeans and t-shirt. Not just anything will do. This is Pride!" finally she tossed him a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from the back of his dresser. It was obviously one she had bought him at some point.

"And you gotta have a little food in your stomach," he added, re-emerging from the counter to stand up and shake a box of granola bars, one hanging from his mouth with the wrapper still on. He pulled two more out of the box before discarding it on the counter and stopped at the doorway, taking a bit out of his discovery. "So, what?" he gestured with the half eaten bar. "We gotta undress you too?" His eyes twinkled merrily at that thought.

"May I shower first? I still smell like evisceration." Shiro fled to the bathroom and shut the door. After a few seconds, they could hear the telltale click of the door locking.

A shower was a very good idea and Clarice waited impatiently for him to get out. Finally, she turned and made Shiro's bed up while she waited, just for something to do. "Ugh. Shiro," she moaned. "Hurry up!" she called through the door.

"Oh hell," Jay tilted his head back and rolled it on his shoulders, watching Clarice make the bed. The bed...."Wait," Jay hissed and threw back the covers. He climbed in and grinned at Clarice, holding a finger up to his lips. Then he rolled around a few times until all the glitter from his body littered the sheets. "Okay, now." He nodded, running to the other side of the bed to help her tidy it.

"I must be possessed," Shiro announced as he came out of the bathroom, brushing the knots out of his long hair. He was dressed in a tight black tank top and cargo shorts so baggy that they rested on his hips and exposed his midriff. Or they would have, had he not been holding them up with his free hand.

Making a face, Clarice examined the outfit critically then raided his closet. "You don't have a cute belt," she pouted, disappearing and then reappearing a minute later, a belt in her hand. It was white cloth with a military style buckle on it. The buckle though had a blue heart on it. It was one of Clarice's belts. "Here. this'll hold your pants up. I like it. Manly and yet, the heart softens up. Makes you look like you belong at Pride. Ready?"

Jay gave a low, appreciative whistle at the outfit and raised his brows, giving Shiro the full once over. "Well, you ain't a rainbow but you fit Sexy pretty damn well."

Shiro rolled his eyes and took the belt from Clarice. "Fabulous. That is the correct word, right? Fabulous?" He pulled it through the loops and buckled it, and then carefully let go to make sure he was properly and safely covered. It was a good thing that he was so slim, otherwise the belt wouldn't have fit at all and he'd be mooning all of Chelsea. Which would actually make him fit in more.

"Yes. Fabulous. Absolutely fabulous! Now eat so we can go!" She practically pulled him back out to the living room. Even though Jay had gotten those bars she wanted him to try to have something more than that if he could. It all depended on if there was a bowl of cereal or something.

"Look," Jay walked up to Shiro and slipped a bar between his teeth. "He don't eed ood. Lot's there," he said as his hands found Shiro's belt, adjusting it so that it was looser, allowing his jeans to hang off his hips better. Shiro's hand was swatted away until Jay was finished and then he stood back, pulling the bar from his mouth. "There. That's better. Better?"

"Worse." Shiro pulled his pants back up and rebuckled the belt. Satisfied, he took a step away from the two before they could ambush and undress him again. "At least let me retain my dignity. Please."

Snorting, Clarice gave up on the food idea. "Dignity? Please. Let's go!" she bounded back to the boys and grabbed their hands so the three of them could port to the city. "Ready?"

"Course," Jay grinned and pulled them towards him. He let go of her hand and searched his pockets. "Hang on, here--" A camera was produced and he tossed his bangs aside, standing up against Clarice and raised his brows to shiro, gesturing to the camera. "One for the road?"

"If you tweet this, then I will kill you," Shiro warned, but forced enough relaxation into his posture that he looked almost normal in the picture. The fact that he was sandwiched between Clarice and Jay at least gave him a reason to smile.