Cheerleader

As Gwen toils away at the make up chair you wander the aisles of hangers. Sputtering to yourself, almost bored with the never ending Halloween costumes. Finally one jumps out at you. It's a cute little cheerleader outfit, even has pompoms for you. You pick it off the rack and walk back towards Gwen. You hold out the outfit and she sets it on a hook and points to the chair.

"Cheerleader? Seriously? The little girl routine is overdone."

"Overdone or simply over for you?"

The look on her face speaks volumes, pure loathing and disgust as she tries not to crush the compact of foundation in her hands. She breathes deeply and slowly pushes herself to tend to your make up. She's not overly gentle as she applies layer upon layer is powders and other nonsense. Hopefully you won't have to ever do this again!