—“It’s artsy, darling," he said, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag. "This is how performers do their makeup." That was his excuse for screwing up anyway. He was shit at doing other people’s makeup for them.
"It’s weird.” Vendetta shook her head. Her eyes cast down to his cigarette for just a moment before she glanced back up at him. “Maybe I’m not a fan of it because I’m not a performer. It is artsy though, I’ll give you that.”