Friday Afternoon, Room 220

[swerval_zero]

The door to 220 was shut, but a little handmade sign on the door said,

I NEED HELP.
If you are female or a male with fashion sense, please knock.
If you are Peter Parker, I'll see you at seven.
If you are M Parker, I need shoes.

Inside 220, it looked like Zero's closet had exploded, and the green-haired wonder herself was pacing the floor, pulling at her hair in something approaching panic. Fish has taken up a perch on top of the TV to watch his owner behave even more strangely than usual.

((Anyone want to help Zero get ready for her date?))

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"It's great," Parker reassured her. "Want me to put it on, just to make it easy on you?" She grinned. "I'm no manicurist, but I'm not the one going on a date."

[swerval_zero]

"Yes, please? My hands're all...wobbly."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Uh-hunh," Parker said, not unsympathetically. "So. Got money, in case of emergency or mugging? Got your phone?" She brushed on a sparkly dark coat onto Zero's right hand, then slowly did the left. "Got your stake, cross, extras?"

[swerval_zero]

"It'd take a moron to try an' mug me. Even in these shoes." "I've got a squirt bottle of holy water, does that count?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Good enough. Just don't let Peter forget he's not a superhero any more. No impulsive moves to climb walls needed." Parker finished the job on the nails, then said, "Blow," while she looked for a lipstick on Zero's countertop.

[swerval_zero]

Zero blew. "What're you lookin' for?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Lipstick? Gloss? Pencil?" Parker frowned.

[swerval_zero]

"Oh, um. Most of my makeup's not really...understated. I'm probably better off without it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker cocked an eyebrow, then said, "Eyeliner and powder, then. Just to make it look finished." She grinned. "I hope you guys have a good time tonight. It's been a while since I was on a 'date' date. I think I'm getting my vicarious romance, here."

[swerval_zero]

"I'll be sure an' give you a recap," Zero promised as she carefully outlined her eyes. "I'm surprised you, Rory, an' Angela haven't reserved a table in the corner to glitter flag at us."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Rory's undergoing a crisis of whatever, to judge by the hair-cutting. And Angela just had her anniversary with Marty last night, I think." She grinned. "So you're off the hook. This time."

[swerval_zero]

"Oh, thank goodness." Zero froze. "I forgot about Rory's...you know. Thing. You don't think it's that?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"He hasn't come back yet, and she's starting to feel it," Parker said, uncapping an eyeliner. "Look up." Carefully, she drew cat's eye lining on Zero's lids, then grabbed the powder. "Close your eyes." She patted Zero's face down, then brushed it off with quick strokes. "And she's wondering if he'll be allowed to call, write, anything. So, I think she just wants to forget for a little while."

[swerval_zero]

"I wonder if I could hit him with a mallet when he gets back," Zero mused. "Oh, I look pretty. Thank you, Parker!" Zero flung her arms around Parker's waist.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker froze in shock, then found herself grinning. "Um. You're welcome." She patted Zero's shoulder. "Least I could do."

[swerval_zero]

"Okay, so. I should...probably get going. Thank you, Parker."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Have fun. Good luck. Call if his charge card is declined."

[swerval_zero]

"To mock? Don't worry, I have cash. And a charge card of my own."