Sassy: lively, bold, and full of spirit; cheeky

Killer paced the door outside his and his roommates shared bathroom. He had been patient for the first hour. Now they were nearing the two hour mark and Killer needed in. He still had to get ready and had less than an hour. He sighed and pounded on the door.

"Kid! Hurry the fuck up! I need to get ready too!" Killer shouted. The music on the other end of the door turned down.
"Come in!" Kid shouted back.

Killer opened the door and almost instantly regretted it. Not only did the room reak of hairspray but Kid had destroyed the counter and there were clothes all over the floor. He was currently trying to style his red hair into perfect spikes and it seemed like he had gone through half a tube of hair gel and the entire bottle of hairspray.

"The fuck Kid?" Killer asked in horror.
"I had to get ready," he shrugged in response.
"All of this though, really?" Killer asked, motioning to the mess on the counter.
"I couldn't find the right eyeliner at first, then none of the lipsticks were the right shade, and don't even get me started on my hair," he sighed and looked at the mirror, nearly defeated. Killer shook his head and pushed Kid down onto the toilet.
"Hold still," the blonde instructed.

Killer inspected Kid's work. It was messy but salvageable. He forced Kid over the side of the tub and washed out all the product to start new. Once it was a clean slate, Killer towel dried it, then grabbed a brush and the blow dryer and set to work. Finally, after ten minutes, and way less product that Kid had tried to use, his hair was done. However, his makeup was ruined.

"Killer, you fucked up my face!" Kid complained.

"Your hair looks better though," Killer said with a chuckle.

"Ugh," Kid complained, planting himself in front of the mirror again.
"I have to take a shower," Killer told him. Kid just semi nodded and applied his eyeliner.

Killer took one of the quickest showers of his life. He stepped out and dried off before wrapping the towel around his waist. Kid couldn't help but sneak a few peeks, in the mirror, of his roommate. Killer was very well built. He was tall, had a six pack, and was very toned but not overly muscular. His long blonde hair was wet and plastered to his head. He grabbed an extra towel and dried it before grabbing the blow dryer for himself and heating up the straightner.

"You gonna take all night to get ready princess?" Kid asked the blonde with a smirk.
"Don't even start with me, you have been in here for like two hours!" Killer retaliated.

"Well duh, perfection takes time," Kid said.

"Fuck you. What are you trying to say?" Killer asked, his lips formed into a frown.

Kid just blew him a kiss from the mirror. Killer shook his head and finished his hair. Kid finished winging his eyeliner and checked his reflection one last time before turning and leaving the bathroom. He walked to what remained in his closet and sighed. The other half of his closet was on the bathroom floor and he couldn't settle on anything to wear. He pulled out a few things here and there but threw them on the floor after a couple of seconds.

Killer joined him moments later, dressed and ready. He was in a pair of ripped jeans, a tight blue v-neck, and a pair of black heeled boots. He sighed at his roommate's antics and searched through the closet. He pulled out a black and red corset top and a pair of black leather pants. He handed them to Kid and walked away.

Kid walked into the living room, dressed and ready. He had finished off the outfit with his favorite pair of leather biker boots. He smiled at Killer who was checking his makeup. He had opted to paint his entire face white and blue. Kid didn't question it, it looked good.

"Ready?" Kid asked, grabbing his bike keys.
"We are not taking your bike," Killer complained.
"Why? It's a total dude magnet," Kid smiled as he put on his leather jacket.
"Um, hair," he said, motioning to his and Kid's.

"Get over it," Kid said, walking out the door and not bothering to look back.

Killer sighed but followed. He jumped on the back of Kid's motorcycle and they rode in silence to the club. Kid parked and they both jumped off the bike and made sure their hair was perfect before heading into the entrance. They showed the bouncer their ID's and left their coats at the door.

Kid made a beeline for the bathroom and checked his reflection. He fixed his tight corset and made sure his makeup was perfect before stepping out. He went up to the bar and ordered a beer, downing it in a few gulps and ordering another. Just as he took his first swig, the first man approached him. He was a well built man with a cleft chin. He smiled at Kid and offered to buy him a drink. Kid turned him down and ordered another beer before leaving. He found a table and sat down, finishing off his second and third drink before stepping onto the dancefloor.

Kid danced with a few men here and there but none of them were really worth more than that. He finally sat down after the fourth song and ordered a shot of whiskey. As it arrived, so did a dark haired man. He had tattoos and a mischievous smile.

"Your ass is so nice it's a shame you have to sit on it," the man said with a smirk. Kid couldn't help but snort at the stupid line.

"How would you know what my ass looks like?" Kid questioned the man.
"I saw you dancing," he replied, his eyes twinkling with lust.
"Mhhm, I see," Kid said with a seductive grin.
"So what should I call you?" the man asked.
"Well I wouldn't mind daddy but Kid is fine," Kid taunted.
"I'm Law," he introduced himself.

Before Kid could reply, a tall blonde man stormed up to their table.

"Law! What the hell!" the blonde yelled.
"Cora? What are you doing here?" Law asked, franticly looking between Kid and the newcomer.
"Well Law, it seems you forgot to mention you had a boyfriend," Kid said, his tone strangely calm.

"I.. uh.. You see.." Law stammered.
"It's whatever. You do you boo," Kid said, downing his shot and leaving the table.

He stepped back out on the dancefloor, the whiskey making him feel good. He danced and ordered more drink and danced some more. Then at some point someone came up and drug him off to a table. At this point he was so drunk he didn't care much. The man climbed in next to him and Kid was surprised to see it was Killer.

"Hey sexy," Kid slurred.
"Someone is drunk," Killer observed.
"Just having a good time, ya know?" Kid shrugged.
"I saw that," Killer said as he signed the waitress and ordered a new round of drinks.
"He wasn't that pretty anyway," Kid replied. "Not like you anyway," Kid said as he stroked Killers face, smudging some of his face paint in the process.

"Don't say such things, they might just get you in trouble," Killer winked and took his shot. Kid followed suit.
"Maybe I want trouble," Kid whispered in Killer's ear, giving it a nip as he pulled away. Killer shivered and smiled at his friend.
"Then let's go home and have some fun," Killer told Kid, taking his hand and collecting their jackets.

Killer drove them home and as the bike turned off, the two started stripping each other down. They left a trail of clothes from the bike to the front door. They only made it as far as the living room.

As the two laid there on their living room floor naked, Kid looked down at Killer who had his head on his chest and let out a soft chuckle.

"I am covered in your face paint," Kid said.
"You should see your eyeliner," Killer retorted.