2019-07-30 - Saturday Night

The backstage area at the Cabernet is a mess. There are women in various stages of undress, clothes everywhere, enough cosmetics to open a store, drugs and a few bottles of liquor. Idle conversation happens between swipes of lipstick, and application of fake eyelashes. One girl is snorting her dinner, another is checking out her ass in her g-string, there is some giggling as they rub glitter on each other.

Zoiya is leaning forward in her chair, big curlers in her hair, eyeliner steadily being applied. Heaven help any of these other women if she's jostled. Her phone sits out on the counter nestled between glitter, lotion and her purse. Once she's done applying her eyeliner, she reaches for it, checking her text messages. None. That could be good or bad.

She unfolds herself from her chair, making her way over to her locker. A few outfit options are looked over and discarded, Saturday nights are one of the most busy of the week, can't just wear anything. She turns to look at her station again, her eyes settling on the body glitter and paint. An idea bubbles to the surface, left to percolate there as she moves to pick up her phone.

(TXT to Blake) Zoiya: Hey, it's Mae. You told me to text you, remind you about the diner and the bear facts. You still coming tonight?

This place will be a madhouse, but she did invite Blake to come, not to mention that Ruiz mentioned stopping by with his hot EMT. She briefly considers if she should reserve a place for the others in the VIP room. She sets down her phone, picks up some gold body paint, tilting the bottle from side to side, watching the subtle metallic sheen as it sloshes around. This will do.

Sound check starts out on the stage. Music drowns out her musings.

It takes maybe thirty seconds to get naked, another whole minute to rub glitter down her body and that's when she gets messy. She puddles the gold body paint in her palm and then proceeds to rub swathes of it in quick, messy strokes. It isn't a solid swipe each time, but once she's done, it is covering both breasts, down between her legs, and there is even a swipe along her ass. Nothing worn underneath, nothing to strip off, still covered.

She picks up the puff that's in her bronzer, shakes out some of the powder and dusts the painted areas. It makes it a little darker than it came out of the bottle, but against her skin and ink, it's luminous. She doesn't clean her hands, allowing the paint to dry there, it has dripped up her forearm, left flecks along her body. It isn't meant to be perfect. She leans in to grab a menu and stands still, fanning herself so she can dry.

Her phone buzzes, she gives it a look, briefly checks the message, sitting down so she can use her mirror.

She pulls her eye shadow palette closer, time to match and highlight all this gold.

Saturday nights are so much fun.